Solstice, a balmy summer reverie
Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes
Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of one’s inner ears
Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds
Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums
A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price.
Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy
Everything is still, bliss, and untrue
Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants
While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity
Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape it’s once fleshy coffin
Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow
Who will you be when it strikes for you
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Solstice, a balmy summer reverie
Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes
Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of one’s inner ears
Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds
Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums
A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price.
Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy
Everything is still, bliss, and untrue
Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants
While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity
Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape it’s once fleshy coffin
Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow
Who will you be when it strikes for you
