Grab a hold, Take a seat,
Put ya feet up, please stay.
Freshly told, Of the heat,
Raise ya cheek up, and pray.
Captured you, In a trance,
And I'll one, two, and three.
Thoughts are new, So they prance,
As I float in seas grief.
Checked myself, Checked my rhymes,
Checked my spellings and flows.
Now I delve, Swim swirl times,
Heck, I can't smell, my nose!
Allergies up north, Make me suffer,
But my summer's been nice.
Freely float up forth, Rake a cluster,
Rut with bummers, their vice.
I cannot distinguish, The difference between,
Reality and this dream.
Longly I languish, the hindrance of dreams,
They quickly burst at their seems.
And I have surely missed out, broken my rhyme, there it goes.
My structure is dead, the synapses connections snapped,
Focus lost over the falls of my eyelids;
Down my nose,
Into the soft fall reservoir;
Where it stirs and gets bubbled through the seeps of my lips;
Never to come out as thought for food,
But lost forever in the unfinished idea limbo.
It's a sad night of expression here tonight, I fear.
Night buds.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Grab a hold, Take a seat,
Put ya feet up, please stay.
Freshly told, Of the heat,
Raise ya cheek up, and pray.
Captured you, In a trance,
And I'll one, two, and three.
Thoughts are new, So they prance,
As I float in seas grief.
Checked myself, Checked my rhymes,
Checked my spellings and flows.
Now I delve, Swim swirl times,
Heck, I can't smell, my nose!
Allergies up north, Make me suffer,
But my summer's been nice.
Freely float up forth, Rake a cluster,
Rut with bummers, their vice.
I cannot distinguish, The difference between,
Reality and this dream.
Longly I languish, the hindrance of dreams,
They quickly burst at their seems.
And I have surely missed out, broken my rhyme, there it goes.
My structure is dead, the synapses connections snapped,
Focus lost over the falls of my eyelids;
Down my nose,
Into the soft fall reservoir;
Where it stirs and gets bubbled through the seeps of my lips;
Never to come out as thought for food,
But lost forever in the unfinished idea limbo.
It's a sad night of expression here tonight, I fear.
Night buds.
I don't know, this is where my tongue took it tonight...I was on autopilot. I was just hoping for rhyme and chronology in the end 8p
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