Dancing over crosswalks
Even when the lights turns green No direction to go It's the place we know Freedom out of cities Skylines and Counterfeit Stars Fabricated control and breathing Steady seasons Brisk living Freedom out of cities All the lights, Changing lights Dancing over crosswalks Running through intersections It’s all the Freedom out of Cities
cold winds gushing in
flashing lights and falling stars sad hearts driving far
idk if this is a haiku or what ***. i'm on the road rn and this suddenly popped into my mind.
A soft blue sky
Hidden behind velvet curtains of broken clouds Rows of sparrows, skylines, and street lamps Hummed songs and horizons And she's just another silhouette Standing beside a perfectly painted background of faux splendor.
Alliteration was, alas, never my forte.
If there is one thing of which I am sure, of which I know,
Is that if love suffers at all then it suffers alone.
Standing on bridges,
Feeling something I don't know how to explain. Seeing headlights, And taillights disappearing around curves. Hearing how the overpass sings to me Of hope and forgiveness, quiet contemplation. These conversations aren't working.
It's distressing to find out all my friends are strangers.
How long might this last before
The future now becomes my past? When old men's thoughts are wasted Because the love they never tasted Makes all of our lives splinter Like a tree in the mid winter And the cold frost comes to cover My heart that some how loves her I wish that I could tell you Of all my love that has befell you
Once again I feel like exploding
Tear it up before it lets me down Inside out and I never feel like trying I hate it more than you will ever need to know Borderline and thoughts written in margins It's not enough to get me through today Always thinking I haven't got enough time Hard to believe it's only a lifetime away
This is a poem I wrote in my first copy of The Catcher in the Rye, which I no longer have in my possession. Dug this up in an old conversation.
Oh I looked for something better,
but these lines; they were so bitter. I find that self-destruction is the latest trend on Twitter.
I spoke a word too soon it seems,
Expressing my pity and my doubt. Isn't it a pity that your pity Was your only way out? Your words still echo in my head So long after they were said. Well after all their meaning has been spent But they're still searching for a way out. Serpent tongued thieves Were sowing seeds of insecurity With their silver lined whispering. Painting silver all our self doubt