"tually" poems
you flutter, but you're still in every aspect
of this creviced existence. it may be best
to act as decoration in a decorative world,
the prettiest are always happiest, the ones
who feel exalt or cry in creation will even-
tually turn numb, or ice-cubes for pink
margaritas, or reproductions on cascade
walls of white-picket dwellings in a trajectory
of white and beige houses like a ***** line
of ******* pain is temporary. numbness
is forever when it shoots for the brain
and not the stars, when overcast skies
become the reason for inner-living and
streets are scary and trees are mere
necessity for your breaths to filter, for
your chest to flutter as it does, as it so
surely and unabashedly does. you
flutter, but you're as still as decoration.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
the
bot
tle
can ac
tually dest
roy lives with
its in
sides and it's lov
ely taste of happ
iness wich we w
ill never find ou
tside this bottle
of alcohol and s
ome stupid lies
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
.
truth be
the reve
will aled
even
tually
or
will
the
secrets
die
with
you?
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC