Began at dusk and led us here swiftly.
Along with the wind springtime
blew in new found forms of folly.
Invested in life vests to
rid the sleeves for my heart
To beat upon.
The moon show through
pale blue.
The air reeked of butterfly
winged exhaust pipes.
The ins and outs of
Seasonal rotation.
Life and death as one.
To illustrate landscape stretches
created from scraps of string.
Silence
Says a million different
Things.
Watching a multitude of human
beings from a distance.
I’m distant
from any sort of recognition.
What’s an honor when
the honor is expected
spread evenly among a crowd
of strangers expecting
Futures.
Silence
Says I’m as unique as
classes of identical robe wearing
shower goers;
As unique as uniforms.
Birds know no boundaries
when it comes to bravery
trying to communicate
something to me,
as part of me worries
for their safety.
Freedom is beyond me.
Intuitively,
Silence
Speaks with me.
She's telling me
silent was the bravery feathers
upon impacting the tires packed with pressure
ready to burst at the seems
silent was the bravery upon bursting at her seems
in the rear view mirror I see
wing feather constellations
painting a reality portrait for
me.
Silence
tells me selfishness
is the root of everything.
Silence
tells me mystery
is the beneath the X marks
of all the treasure maps I
painted repeatedly.
Silence
soothes
me.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
Began at dusk and led us here swiftly.
Along with the wind springtime
blew in new found forms of folly.
Invested in life vests to
rid the sleeves for my heart
To beat upon.
The moon show through
pale blue.
The air reeked of butterfly
winged exhaust pipes.
The ins and outs of
Seasonal rotation.
Life and death as one.
To illustrate landscape stretches
created from scraps of string.
Silence
Says a million different
Things.
Watching a multitude of human
beings from a distance.
I’m distant
from any sort of recognition.
What’s an honor when
the honor is expected
spread evenly among a crowd
of strangers expecting
Futures.
Silence
Says I’m as unique as
classes of identical robe wearing
shower goers;
As unique as uniforms.
Birds know no boundaries
when it comes to bravery
trying to communicate
something to me,
as part of me worries
for their safety.
Freedom is beyond me.
Intuitively,
Silence
Speaks with me.
She's telling me
silent was the bravery feathers
upon impacting the tires packed with pressure
ready to burst at the seems
silent was the bravery upon bursting at her seems
in the rear view mirror I see
wing feather constellations
painting a reality portrait for
me.
Silence
tells me selfishness
is the root of everything.
Silence
tells me mystery
is the beneath the X marks
of all the treasure maps I
painted repeatedly.
Silence
soothes
me.
