hellbent point of peace eaten by jointed bells sand balance spat upon sawn palace grand hands swimming riches switch accounts amounts to ditch of winnings a similar muck shared between seams stuck to stick her head to seek her simple dream
watch wait keep it straight, waking in the wind stop hate seeking fate, shaking over sin crop rate leaning makes raking money in botched fake seeing snake, baking honey tin
one half is a pink stuffed easter bunny bought on sale the tuesday after with big glassy eyes that don’t see and a slightly crooked smile that doesn’t let the emotions through
and the other half is a bearded dragon all spikes and scales it flicks its tongue at the pink bunny and seems to imply
“go go go move! keep doing something!”
the rabbit stares into the distance
the bearded dragon continues standing neck prickles twitching desperate to make something happen and yet he cannot convey this urgency to the pink bunny
who only exists to be held and to sit quietly with only his thoughts for company
and so the silent struggle for action remains silently and unaffected by either party’s action
or lack thereof
and that’s the two halves of my brain and how they work together
apathetic and yet neurotic depressed and yet still anxious
Once was a pussycat and an owl Who went to sea in a boat. But wind and wave and weather so foul, And a boat without oars that left cat and owl Without fur or feather, flannel or towel, And then Nighttime swooped with an awful howl And the boat refused to float.
bearing marks of monthly faces safety races faster than time careful crime bothered the speed of greedy circles eyeing ashes car crashes sliding into birthdays plastic rays bridging stolen gaps of payments lasting grinning pity in mercy city on planet danger steady stranger listing sideways right they form faced bullets and same full pit lifeless mouths sorrows endowed continue to consider within her catching snap a melancholy tone exposed and prone a younger mile crooked pockets took its twelve fingers sworn adorned on necklace rests eternally festers in a sense except intense purity wept confessed anticipation checked and kept nails curled over wire breaths another morsel crept
tears are skin deep in beauty moon wonder takes my lonely youth away they heal the bleeding peak the boys smile numbly thunder underneath holy force they lay
from heavens content petals prone claim waiting names of ancient begged those Saturday boys of wasted senses desires swallow ghostly natural stone perfection strung on madness famed conversations threw perception wrenches
pharmacopoeia pseudo-heartbreak boys of silk surrender's tone numbers **** fixed clue compassion they've knocked naive awkward sake surrounded rot dwell spoken phones talks grateful lake of mentioned passion
They call me a special name. They call me a meteorite, and I know I can fly forever.
This is from my drafts a few weeks ago but I don’t really like it or think it fits my own standards but whatever maybe someone out there will find some enjoyment from this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not everything has to be good when you’re learning a new skill!!
