It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day
These are the days that I fear,
these are the days that I live for.
Because the fear can't last, the planes
don't crash, & the clouds are pure up top.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep fissuring.

The world keeps turning, skies
don't keep on burning, 'cept at the 838 mile-per-hour
my mind goes to freeze the sun in my eyes.
It blinds.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling fractal.

These are the days that I pray.
When the streetlights don't go out &
the skies change gray, I beg.
Because weather like this is for change.
When rain & sky never have a say
everything is here on the ground, I say!

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep flashing flat.

It's the neatest writing I've ever done.
It's the neatest end that we've come from.
The light stays simple, the lives end late,
but the clouds don't have a say.
Because they're the days I fear to move
& do & be. Be neat.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling frail.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.

But the skies keep turning.
But the skies keep turning.

atomic nuclear power plant of life and joy and woe
here to the bitter, buried end, bleeding in the snow
the smallest parts have the biggest burn
the biggest thing we build is made of parts of us, all brighter than the gold

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

plated wonderous processes, slides that aren't all clear
and if you're standing there alone, know that you wont be there for long

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
it's the little things that keep us jumping on

everything starts small and sparkling
building things with no charge
and no weight inherent
add a dose of positive self-negitivity
and boom.
go out and create chains to fallicate your flaws
i never knew you wanted me there too
well here i go with

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

unbroken and unbreakable
made all out of stars
i am the god particle, about to go nuclear

turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

I wish I had a place.
I wish I had my own place  
to be.
and be with and whom i please
but I do not
and must resign myself to measured hair and  measured time with those who ought to stay

their leisure I cannot welcome in this place I cannot stay
and I fear that this is a prison wall.
built to be alone.

I see them turn away.
I'm wont to walk my yard alone.
I'm wont to keep my space.
but turn and turn again i find these hoops I know I've lead astray.

these verses fabled mine and yours.
but the walls I do not know
and cannot entrust with the heart of mine.
and surely never yours.

so turn away I'll take my stride.
alone along my yard.
because the places I called home.
contain me in their lines.

now call it house and wait for home
I place I want to stay
this isn't one I ought've known
a place I cannot stay.

I'm sleeping in your hoodie because I don't want you to be mad at me, even though I understand why you are. And I'm running to my words, who've failed me just this once, to try and apologize to you. I'm very small tonight, swimming in the sweatshirt sea of you while fearing that I've popped our balloon and no amount of hot air apologizes will lift it off the ground. Would you forgive a rightly aimed shell of anger when you know I didn't understand even if you don't because I know the shock of pain takes so long to tear down. If the day is set to be gray, does the moon warn the sun to put on a sweatshirt, direct rain down a face?

Sexuality is not limited to
unacceptance
it is our *discovery

you say you have a "thing for wings"
do you think of yours, generous angel?
I think you must be, lights shines in you so bright
Unimaginable, undefined supercluster of you
your love spirals out like glowing nebulas,
building mass of starstorm, dustcloud life
you are the same makeup as a star
and I see you shine so bright.
I cannot imagine a universe without such beauty as to fly
with wings as bright and full of life as our milkyway
and with a universe so inclined to beauty and wonder
it is no wonder you exist
you had to, somewhere, somewhen stars shine in city skies
not willing to be dimmed, only to add more light.
to yours and theirs, when my science can only
understand you on a smaller scale.
I'd have to create more to understand you,
but I think I'll be okay in awe alone
because you are a wonder, and I'd just like to watch your rays

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