The sun rose sideways over
Trees so full of birds I'd thought they'd
Taken the place of any
Real branches. The song came quiet,
Making conquest of our opened ears,
And ****** if it all wasn't gorgeous.
The Jazz in it hummed loudly,
Asking whence the shakes began.
She screamed in an ear to
Inquire about the fun she's having.
Stuck staring in a rear view,
With hope they're unaware of
Locked doors.
Green-garnished, gold-rimmed eyes, and a
Brandished black mask, blocking the brightness,
But also the bad intentions.
Let 'em know where you come from,
And they'll use it against you.
Let them see where you're going: then,
They run for the hills.
"What's a vice worth, if you
Don't nourish it?"
*What's a number, but an
Excuse, or a limit?*
"See, there's a countable
Amount of stuff, in this universe, but we're
Still unsure of what we're
Doing in life."
Gasping at the light's
Bounce off foreign plants.
Recollections of strengthened bonds,
Pressing heavy, into wet dirt
Of a previous day's rain. Fearing
Faith in what you can't understand.
Working for the worst people in the world.
But because, you must
Help, to exist.
But break the bubble,
Roll back those shoulders, tuck those wings
**Maybe get the **** out of the car?**
"I'm getting there, ******
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
The sun rose sideways over
Trees so full of birds I'd thought they'd
Taken the place of any
Real branches. The song came quiet,
Making conquest of our opened ears,
And ****** if it all wasn't gorgeous.
The Jazz in it hummed loudly,
Asking whence the shakes began.
She screamed in an ear to
Inquire about the fun she's having.
Stuck staring in a rear view,
With hope they're unaware of
Locked doors.
Green-garnished, gold-rimmed eyes, and a
Brandished black mask, blocking the brightness,
But also the bad intentions.
Let 'em know where you come from,
And they'll use it against you.
Let them see where you're going: then,
They run for the hills.
"What's a vice worth, if you
Don't nourish it?"
*What's a number, but an
Excuse, or a limit?*
"See, there's a countable
Amount of stuff, in this universe, but we're
Still unsure of what we're
Doing in life."
Gasping at the light's
Bounce off foreign plants.
Recollections of strengthened bonds,
Pressing heavy, into wet dirt
Of a previous day's rain. Fearing
Faith in what you can't understand.
Working for the worst people in the world.
But because, you must
Help, to exist.
But break the bubble,
Roll back those shoulders, tuck those wings
**Maybe get the **** out of the car?**
"I'm getting there, ******
