#rascal
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Probability lurks behind the veil of your
Vintage velvety hair locks.
Why don't you let them grow
Fond of the silk windwhirled fingertips
I'm falling apart like the society's white lies
When I first saw the picture of your oldtime lesser plie
Bohemian rascal poetic spirit
Do you still believe in soulfull foolishnesses?
Where do you play your music??
Let's chill under the Flatland area's arbol
Abbreviations of your blown up ****** desires
Are being revolutionized and mutinized by these
Enchanting darklings
Dear dear darling
deep romantic eyes &
Suddenly I'm lost inbetween days
Do you want it!!!?
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
A name chosen well for you.
Every time I visited my friend,
your little feet would pit-pat-pit
right straight up to the door.
ESPECIALLY when mom came.
My friend was allergic, and
you absolutely loved my mom.
So we welcomed you with open arms
and very open hearts into our home.
When I first saw you in the house
it was strange, I wasn't used to hearing
your pit-pat-pit towards our door,
but it would be a sound that I would
give anything to hear one more time.
For six years you brought light into our house.
Sometimes you were so obnoxious,
and other days you were quiet as a mouse.
But no matter what, we loved you.
I watched you today, as the thunderstorm
went on. You were always afraid of them,
I needed to make sure you were okay.
I handed you food, your water dish,
you wanted nothing.
Then you were starting to pass.
My mother screamed and cried
as my brother and I tried to calm her.
She didn't want you to go.
But you had to.
Simple as that.
It was your time.
But we all weren't ready.
The last goodbyes were painful,
I've never seen my father cry like that.
Neither my two brothers, but I guess
that's how important you were
to each and every one of us.
And you lived up to your name.
You lived up to it, to the very last moment.
I love you little dude, and I'll miss you.
Rest in peace buddy.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC