The silence in the big room A void of nothingness minimalism Caressing my inner thigh like some love That was the ashes on the floor It was inanimate It was real
It was real
Maybe the past was something of a string That was tied to my soul, pulling me ever so close To the edge of everything pure In order to search for the remnants of poetic echoes And scream them out As if they ever meant something to me The scavenged world that is my own With the falsity that is happiness Let it burn away into ******* ashes Look at it *******, look at it! Now it is the real And that's how it was The blackest part of the sky is the stars The black, black stars who whisper sweet dreams of becoming something won't become Oh the black night and the dark stars How it was How it is How it will be
1.) The wind blew over the tall grass in the field. 2.) The grizzly bear manages to get one last drink of water from the stream. 3.) The man saw a reasonably attractive woman at the park.
The shirt is so tight. accenting the curves that are so nearly perfect, it could be a painting. I'm drawing her endlessly in my head. ****, undressed (I think I'm crying) I'm trying to throw her out of my head.
And I can't with those shorts. And I can't with that ***. And I can't with those ****. And I can't with that hair.
Nothing but animals we are. We **** to live and live to ****. But guess ******* what, I love it.
Wind sifts through the spruce, Birch, Oak, and Maple trees. I remember the wind that grew like the trees. Strong but gentle, humble but confident, infectious but pure.
Public policemen midnight, are put from muffled moaning 'He crepe black love and bows was not ever a on South, talk, song; I every now telephone, Prevent the round talk, any the is my wrong. The now; wood; For good.
One foresees the cat as it dives into a lost liquid. There is water on the the stove; blue, color in heat. A frightening ability— admonished in myself; an open hole
before i fade away(i wish to cut into my soul and divide it away)and throw it across the steep moonbeams that i view, reflecting in your eyes(i give my soul to you, my love) someday(one day)you will find me deep, still true in your mind(for it is your mind where i cannot fade)
i live in the love of you(for you,forever you) my darling
Here is the key for room number five. My mother died last year. I'll pay for the tickets. I would like to see the menu, please. What time does the bank open? Is this the first time this has happened? I was feeling tall because I had just swam. Elizabeth wasn't between the two buildings because Deborah's son had swam for three or four weeks. I had been laughing but I was writing. Roy wasn't at school because Cathy had jumped for more than an hour. I had been playing but I was driving.
The cook solicits the mundane protest. When does the pleasant care view the talk? The fall extends the towering grip. An enigma makes people shiver. The sky would scare any linguist away. Significant understanding shot the sheriff. When will the insult warp the union continental? That memory we used to share could please even the most demanding follower of Freud. I realized that in my sleep the night prior. That memory we used to share is still not very coherent. This is who?