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The chicken baulked, "Phaulk!"
Before Latin chose to roll around,
And the "Librarian's sound, it"
Has been through pursed lips
Oedipus was clapping cheeks,
Long before Middle English clapped any,
When lions and tigers and bares
Were the prime predators
Even in The Garden,
Snake said as,
As snakes say as,
Where the language of choice I know,
Not to be English.
And if your dainty, sky-locked eyes soul and mind,
Remain unfazed by kid killers, or rampant rapers,
But try to censor my ******* ****?
Im lonely
But
The wind has come to comfort me
Perhaps not in
"reality"
Or whatever you people to tell me to snap back to
But i'm glad I don't feel alone

I can watch the pretty girls' funny shows on Netflix all night
Who's words weren't written with them in mind
Or any mind for that matter
Or who's shows aren't even "theirs"

Hopefully my puffs of bright beaming teeth breath
Fuel these winds onward
To someone else with worse problems
Or better
So be it
I cannot wait
I really can't
I
Can't
Wait

If I ever get married
If God has that in my stars

God, will it be great

There's no distance I wouldn't go for them

Pain now is temporary
And those eyes will always hold a glint for me
I will--am chasing that glint
Until I belong to them,
And they want to belong to me

Until that silver shines through me
Amplifying
My eyes, my nose, my mouth,
Everything.

Until that light reflects back
Brighter to them
Hopefully
Than my open, vulnerable, enamored,
Eyes received them
Though I know I'll never believe it if they say so

Look!
There

I can see it now,
Can you?
The flash from their eye?
As quick as their breeze walking past,
But twice as warming
Now their smile!
A smile
I would bear the rest of my life
alone
If only at my final conscious sight
I would see it
Once
In person
**** me sidewase-- sidewise apparently,
i can't get a word in between these red dots and
Red snakes biting at my letters's ankles
At least when I'm pen ning I have the option to ignore that im an *******

You **** gobbling weak kneed slack jawed fool

Alright Alright let's take it easy I'm simply trying to help
No one would ever doubt your genius
But your spelling can certainly take a little
Critazisms?
Is that how you
Spelt?

Dont patronize me **** it
These tired moments i'll miss
Whenever I get healthy
This phase of depression which I only know
As reality now, I'll solve later

Once it has been solved I'll miss these
Quiet nights
When the wind
The breeze
The draw
The sigh
The bark


I can't continue
I'm missing out right now on the seconds I claim to cherish
So forgive me but I'll continue,
Another time
I don't prefer one hour over another,
They choose how to arrange themselves autonomously,
But
3am, My
Conscious
Body and mind have taken some offense,

Then again
Who better than me?
A white man
Who knows no hubris
No boundary
No
Shame
To try?

But then again
I cannot
Because
I cannot explain more than simply it is wrong

Exasperated I stare at the stars
Tears running to the back of my head
Covering themselves out of shame
Trying to apologize
For sins I cannot wash
Off hands
That are not mine
That are not sorry
That are buried

I turn to the ground
Digging
For two reasons

One
Finally remove,
As God decreed
That which causes me to sin
Is a finger removed when it is worn to the bone?
I'll tell you in a few

Two
To reach those graves
To **** those men personally

Welp,
who cares
The back of my eyes feel wet,
And the hot-cocoa after sledding,
Warmth in my chest wouldn't go away,
My head feels magnetized to my stomach,
With my nose pulling my head downward.

My hair irritates my skull,
As the clammy underside of my skin,
Grips who i am,
My very essence,
In a fishy death hold that refuses to,
Let me transcend those feet,
And feel the warm,
Grass,
And magenta crimson skyline,
Of a distant plane.
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