#aglet
don't judge people
who's shoelaces
you wouldn't be strong enough
to tie
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
Petrichor is blue on sad days
sometimes comes back as fire
but on happy wamble it's pink
as a flower
Aglet! Aglet! i tore your
armour now i walk with loose
shoelace!
Only on myleftFoot do i fear
life
AND vagitus speaks clearly
suing me within my heart
cut a star at glabella space
watching the cosmos drink
the memories of all my love
and pain
And she wore natiform on her
chest with a big heart bursting
seeds of flowers one that fell
between her legs and grew a
wild rose that ate me whole
i should be comforted
i should be comforted
i should be arrested
I'm my favorite patient
writing prescription
for mental constipation
burnt like cornicione
but i'm relaxing
and took ferrule stabbing
the tip of my eyes
which hides my burnt brain
:: 07-04-2016 ::
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
You and I are like the ends
of shoelaces.
Twisting and dancing
on the surfaces we know.
Sometimes our paths will cross
and one might seem higher
than the other.
Things always come around
as life leaves us the holes
to fit through.
This far into our journey
we seem so far apart.
Our dance through life will see
us collide together and
let the knot be tied at last.
I may end up on your side
and you upon mine,
but that is how two crossed threads
seem to wind up when they return
again as one.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC