Something will be found which they cannot express.
The crowd in your white lace dress!!
Your mind thorougly smug
Beneath your wet hairs
A kitten of our love
Oh yea it is shadowed green half way
Round a billion christmas trees
White washed with star bleach!
An evning in a wall frozen like apples...
I felt spiders, lime water poising my skin
like Hiroshima,
The falling iguanas (fake)
I lied.
Nothing from south america becomes sand like japanese papers. Another great poem ******
(2)
On the airof this busy pitty progress- I squeal electric darkness.
May i feel
May i feel
May i feel your divine maze of unsucess?
In desserts very clean. Thefront yard decided much so or pain.
The street light in desperation was postphoned with recent tears
With recent tears, thick syrup, over winter honey.
Seattle dusk is turned to grand piano keys
With goods. Pages of grim dead fish
Just **** money out of delicate breeding!
She blushes like a ruby chinook!
Now i have picked where to carve
Her unwrapped layers.
Beautiful things are softer then thin clear bones.
I know the dead are haphazards.
But im not much from another river.
I have ran over lastyears broken tides with snow bringing the scent of melted cheese.
And life is over
But often times with voice there is so much more.
Unreal crys, richly pay,half a block, red rosy eyes in the haze.
At last im getting a sweet pool of glaciar water- a sweet place to **** out my twisting invention. An excrement i started, imagination from my impulsive instinct.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Something will be found which they cannot express.
The crowd in your white lace dress!!
Your mind thorougly smug
Beneath your wet hairs
A kitten of our love
Oh yea it is shadowed green half way
Round a billion christmas trees
White washed with star bleach!
An evning in a wall frozen like apples...
I felt spiders, lime water poising my skin
like Hiroshima,
The falling iguanas (fake)
I lied.
Nothing from south america becomes sand like japanese papers. Another great poem ******
(2)
On the airof this busy pitty progress- I squeal electric darkness.
May i feel
May i feel
May i feel your divine maze of unsucess?
In desserts very clean. Thefront yard decided much so or pain.
The street light in desperation was postphoned with recent tears
With recent tears, thick syrup, over winter honey.
Seattle dusk is turned to grand piano keys
With goods. Pages of grim dead fish
Just **** money out of delicate breeding!
She blushes like a ruby chinook!
Now i have picked where to carve
Her unwrapped layers.
Beautiful things are softer then thin clear bones.
I know the dead are haphazards.
But im not much from another river.
I have ran over lastyears broken tides with snow bringing the scent of melted cheese.
And life is over
But often times with voice there is so much more.
Unreal crys, richly pay,half a block, red rosy eyes in the haze.
At last im getting a sweet pool of glaciar water- a sweet place to **** out my twisting invention. An excrement i started, imagination from my impulsive instinct.
