It’s a constant battle between gold and stone in my chest.
One likes to hold a sword to the dark with the whole city at his back.
The other makes warning bells of paper mâché .
Where I come from we’re mostly dare devils.
We cook food on open flames next to a gas tank and race on bridges with no rails. Only one of those is real.
My mind sometimes seems like a doll house made of old computer processors. Attempt 79.
Most days I try to keep my lips zipped shut but my eyes are like a see through body bag.
On other days music tends to be good enough superglue for broken masks.
I remember the first time time froze and my heart tried to handwrite on the ice.
I tried to draw her attention with the broken lead pencils I have for lips but I’ve never been a fine artist.
We haven’t spoken in a while, I guess making new friends is easy but keeping old ones is hard.
There’s overgrowth on the road less travelled and it’s hard to find.
And when I feel down for following the crowd, I use poetry as a pendulum to help my mood swing.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
It’s a constant battle between gold and stone in my chest.
One likes to hold a sword to the dark with the whole city at his back.
The other makes warning bells of paper mâché .
Where I come from we’re mostly dare devils.
We cook food on open flames next to a gas tank and race on bridges with no rails. Only one of those is real.
My mind sometimes seems like a doll house made of old computer processors. Attempt 79.
Most days I try to keep my lips zipped shut but my eyes are like a see through body bag.
On other days music tends to be good enough superglue for broken masks.
I remember the first time time froze and my heart tried to handwrite on the ice.
I tried to draw her attention with the broken lead pencils I have for lips but I’ve never been a fine artist.
We haven’t spoken in a while, I guess making new friends is easy but keeping old ones is hard.
There’s overgrowth on the road less travelled and it’s hard to find.
And when I feel down for following the crowd, I use poetry as a pendulum to help my mood swing.
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