I thought it'd be fun. Then as time marched, And the minutes evolved into hours, You became more and more unraveled. With each accusation, Each ******, and broken finger point, Each hesitant choice, You untie the knot You've so carefully spent Your entire life Trying to tie. Maybe if you stopped hanging about Like a broken string tied to a ceiling fan We could band together and become the rope You can use to drop this terrible anchor Forcing you under.
I looked at it. A desert of immaturity. And yet it’s glow was of a sensible way. It was made by geniuses to be foolish. It’s purpose set in stone but the infinity of variation is a beast not able to be tamed. Many would describe it’s touch as Coolish.
Many letters before have not had this present. The sands of time I would much rather have. It’s value is mostly Fruitless. A way of going. A way of forgetting the glory of where you have been. For if you want to go you must not want to remain. For it’s beauty was prophesied for many centuries after. But our will to find a temporary gradience, from that we cannot abstain. But we must as well corrupt it. For to taste it’s flavor we must puke it out. To have it’s beauty like a rose of thorns. Beauty Afraid. For laying their remember the wind of our birth and the wind of our end. Carry all things it tries but we resist our fortune. The ways we perceive your’s of the breath of our mind. A refreshing drink of molecules. Science it is not sound in this. But if it would explain this, it would be a process of Chemisorption. Fancy words bore and dull it. For I must slash the words and you slash the grass. A disservice to our eyes and it’s existence. Why must we have all these objects worth their merit in existence put up to auction?
A story about a String I saw on my blinds. (-_Ax1} -_a -_Bx1 -_C -_D - c D E F_)
Hold onto my string Tug on me, don't let me go Little balloon full of wishing That I may stay by your side Come winds high and low And when I lose all my bounce All my air and floaty sense Take me, tie me down still Until I fully deflate, by then Let me be held, never freed Teach you how to grasp, show me how much my insignificance matters at least.
There is an uncomfortable stillness in my mind When my eyes you bind You've attached them to you As if you tied a knot between us I frantically try to unravel all the tangles I get so mad when wherever I go there you are When I turn a corner When I enter a room Anywhere my thoughts may bloom You are always in the way
You prevent me from all the things I want to say My limbs are numbed and I can't move You are to blame for this humiliation How dare you make me feel this way? You no longer deserve this power over me So I revoke your control and take back my will Instead of removing myself by untangling the mess you've made I'll snip the strings that trap me Free at last from that fraying pain I'll leave you to tangle up in those strings like chains of shame