i pray i'm imagining things. neurons firing, burning me. the brakes on this freight car start to scream. real life breathing into my dreams, fanning the flames in the evergreens. real pain where it's not supposed to be.
i talked to a stranger on the phone it wasn't the face i've known but i'm pretty sure it had his bones i walked a minefield of catching up with the hollow cheeked husk of a man i used to love
stretched seams tried to burn myself away evading questions about my birthday or what i’ve been into lately stitches listing to a dead end always needing something or someone to cut the thread
sticky traction of new shoes on new black top i felt the pull and my skin felt the warmth our strongest star kissed both of our scars as if within its own reaction leave the wheels on the bumpy pavement when he falls asleep he ignores irritation peaking in backyards we reminisce about a future, we suture and never miss.
i'd like to take a moment to appreciate all the energy mother nature is exerting to give us such a wonderful canvas to keep the air cool yet shine sun on us it truly is impressive she must be exhausted
the roads closer to home are still slick with the tightly packed snow protected by shadows but, sometimes, that soft crunch, despite the danger, is still preferred to the gritty grind of salt on ice
there is this strange, soft buzz in my vision static words waft across the canvas of my consciousness devoid of connection roots stem into branches that die any lie i’ve told might as well be truth this disconnection starts beneath my tooth i try to relate through a slate of grey but every shade is skewed by rain i have not had a true friend since i was maybe… eight
the last thing i want to be is unoriginal shoutout to my middle school principal a gentleman and a fortune teller i'm so glad you made me read ol' yeller
a stolen kiss rolled in silver bliss and twist with your body like rolling hills i feel every turn and curve and snap going too slow will surely **** the vibe i'm just trying to go for a joyride
more beautiful than any soul i’ve ever known pretty as the sun coming up over snow praying to a sky that’ll listen when it’s cold that mine could be the hand you hold
i think this one lacks wit but sometimes cheesy cliches just fit.
this world consists of a contradictory prism people telling people what they're supposed to be because that's what they were told they were supposed to do but if a person who is told to tell you who the right you is tells you how you're supposed to live neither of those people deserve to be close to you
the frustration is indescribable i say as i attempt to describe it when you're dissected and spilled on a table and everything that was once inside is now out and you worked very hard to get that way and nobody sees the masterpiece in your own mind that you've created
yet you could half-hearted sneeze and people might gather in mobs to see the tiny piece of you that escaped without any effort on your part
if i shiver it's not from the brisk wind if i twitch its not from withdrawals if i flinch it's not from an abusive step parent if i stutter it's not from gynophobia if i blush it's not cause i was standing in the sun
i put a dip in it rips into the inside of my lip reverse sipping into a red cup i don't know what i know nothing muffled ruffling in the corners of the catacombs of melted bones osmosis jones where thought calls home an old rotary telephone with the numbers rubbed away i'll save the fall and autumn walls for another sunny day
the rogue would often glow in effervescent separate hues of gold worn only as a mask. unknown even to those of his own home. holding tight to hide moments and nights long ago, evident in his possession of a nostalgic playlist entitled “emo.”
you make me feel new truth is, we stole the moon when we kissed, it’s true your skin so smooth and my words like rusted roots i wish i could spoke i wish i speaked i wish i told it i wish i spoked i’m broken and weak and can only speak of my love for you in this drunken speech
i'm going to dance i'm going to sing along i'm going to win more than i lose i'm talking about beer pong we're going to laugh until our cheeks grow new muscles we're going to defend each other when the locals want to tussle they're going to hate us for generating so much light they're going to say we shouldn't have picked this fight you're going to question every stumbling thought i verbalize you're going to wish for a snooze button on the sunrise
frozen to the marrow an icy, hollow core to juxtapose the vessel through the cosmos we sore closing in on an answer orion serves his sword to slit the adam's apple before the stars can tell us more
red light, tires screaming rubber steaming off the pavement keep dreaming or make a statement that’s not what the witnesses are saying she’s got a body like a sin even witches started praying
a tiny affliction presented itself the bottle off the shelf sang i didn't know there were thorns on the vegetation where it hangs a flower. for you. from me. you kept it
i know it's not much a touch of something my eyes have a mind of their own now and only know your captivating browns
i’ll meet you where you might meet me sandy scales of ocean water become your feet the only memories of us I felt worthy to keep skinny jeans and anxiety in corpus christi you made me forget myself on the beach
i want my hands to play the role of the cradle to your cranium while my lips play the protagonist and yours will be the love interest the conflict consists of lack of breath and sore jaws five minute recess and then action
maybe this face was made for being anxious and these palms were made to be clammy and this stomach was made for butterflies and this heart was made to beat faster and this bed was made for us
you asked me one day "zombie apocalypse, three people who do you take?" my first thought was you so we could repopulate but that's not what i would say i'd just laugh and turn away give you someone else's name and make up an excuse like *he's probably good with a blade