Things were just on the other side of the fence.
the perspective of the other side of the bus
he walked out the door and she was left with her thoughts
the sun lit up realization as it fell upon my face
focus on my reflection and let everything beyond blur
her body is slowly giving up on her
cold sandbox love
little Hannah drawing on the walls with green and red crayon
purple marker masterpieces of a two and a half year old
the economy falls,,,,into the hand of a homeless man screaming "Away Spirit" but we keep on walking
the ***** you chased with coca-cola at your best friends birthday party made you see how controlled you were with a blank mind and a laughing mouth, how you seemed to float along down the skinny hallway but somehow slam the door. the opposite of the lightweights laying on the orange **** carpet.
telephone pole shadows.
those dull blue eyes
biting lips till they bleed to relieve the pent up anxiety
not understanding how people can be satisfied and contented with the monotonous routines.

Yet the Great Best Thing to Learn about you
That despite this Silver lining your Board
To keep your Heart's Felt and Mind in Review
And survive Drops of Mercury on Hoard
And Horde - stubborn Noun pawn this sworn Beast,
Forges his Teeth to Consume our Praise
By Visions our Senses constrict at least
Forgetting the Truth of our Swollen Race
Yet Equations be Raw on your Bespoke
Of Questions our Party would correspond
Based on this, this Prime and Pertinent Bloke
Shimmer his Lightweights for Prospects abscond.
At best his Risk, offer the Crowd's compound
For Future Spares his Brighter Life resound.




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I am very drunk

All the drinks in my belly

Lightweights for the win

I playing with
The idea
Of summer flings, before I knew a chick called
Destiny came along in the scenic winters, caressing the winds
My handles, and grips along the moonlit oceans
Tempered with anticipation, and precipitated with great
Transparency, I hope we find the same rock bottom
Or pulsate across the isthmus, undulating avidly under the
Shadows, across the reigning tides
Shadows, across the behind of the boats
Beckoning, to call you, 'gain in on this shadow
And a hand full of sand, and a head full of doubts
Like intelligent people full of doubts, and stupid people unknowing
I feel we might be on the right path or hope for love
Breathless, about our loveless lives, hearts take us for lightweights
This is the love-life of a feather-weight, caressing the winds...