#drunkwriting
I will weep the day my words display
The thoughts I truly wish to convey,
And on that day, I'll meet dismay,
And hope to know the songs they play.
May I shed a tear from my eyes so dry
And forget the words, so lost am I,
But it seems no matter how hard I try,
Only a whisper escapes,
Forced with subtle pry,
Leaves only a sigh to pass lips by.
So let my past play heavy,
And break my unconscious mind,
Singing only your victims
Are the ones who deserve to strive.
And as their hearts do heal,
I hope my name is lost,
For what it's worth I'll pay in full
When I reach the river cross.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
Dogs smell tyres.
Chew on bones.
*** on tyres.
Get shooed away by stones.
Life menstruates.
Much too feminine.
Too much to cry about.
Too much pain.
The smaller you want.
The bigger you get.
The bigger you expect.
Nothing you get.
Years pass by.
Numbers keep rising.
The loop of trust diminishes.
Sitting by a fountain.
Chase a butterfly.
Wait till it sits.
Hold it within your palm.
Hold it till it fits.
Life ***** around.
Too much stink.
Too much to wash about.
You dwell in the stink.
Listen to big hearts.
Believe in small minds.
Trust in what you want to.
Life still grinds.
Fight gravity.
Stay up till you fall.
Right after you fall.
Don’t believe in gravity at all.
Gauge equations.
Evaluate situations.
Fatigue creeps in.
Your mind; and its discretions.
Love till you die.
Die till you love.
It’s all unfair.
Unjust.
Love; and it expectations.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC