Monday, June 4, 2012
City Hearts
He walked away that night
Image blurring out with the city lights
His love compared to fifth avenue
Personality like Wall street.
Heart laced with diamonds
Cut straight through the middle
So we can share this bloody moment
Missing your touch
Razors sprouting from your fingertips
Snagging across my skin
Craving the distress
The tea bubbles up
spilling over the rim
Puddling herbal liquid onto the table
Let us just move on
Only to be scolded again
There's shame in ignorance
When truths eyes shift towards you
Blame In The Sky
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Wonder why
They wonder why the flowers bloom each year
These are the same people that wonder
Why the fireflies sparkle at night
The train is crowded
We pass by the people that wonder where the track goes
They walk
Follow
Run
Into the dark tunnels
Never ending path
How can you guide someone who won't see the truth
Reality
Chasing after realities that don't even belong to them
Grabbing fate by the neck and choking it for a new future
These are the same people that wonder
Why the fireflies sparkle at night
The train is crowded
We pass by the people that wonder where the track goes
They walk
Follow
Run
Into the dark tunnels
Never ending path
How can you guide someone who won't see the truth
Reality
Chasing after realities that don't even belong to them
Grabbing fate by the neck and choking it for a new future
Friday, June 1, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Seashell
Seashell seashell
Tell me your secrets
Hidden ocean confined inside
Let me out
Whispers of the sea haunt me
Deep
Dark
Creatures find their way out in the night
The tide lurches in
Sloshing against the rock walls
Reaching up to the nights sky
White foam traces the shoreline as the water recedes back to its home.
Tell me your secrets
Hidden ocean confined inside
Let me out
Whispers of the sea haunt me
Deep
Dark
Creatures find their way out in the night
The tide lurches in
Sloshing against the rock walls
Reaching up to the nights sky
White foam traces the shoreline as the water recedes back to its home.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Basking in the light of the sun
It's all black and white, and he's the painter of the world
but why not splatter some color into the mix
nothing is certain
This painting is just an impressionism
The green paint drips off the tree branches
Drip drip drip
Meeting the rocks down below
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