Boom! Let's GO!
Carried thoughts escaping intertwined fingers. Buried in the oceans of gold and warmth. The dunes stretching for miles in leagues of glistening tones. Lost memories in search for a way to survive by keeping one in such a state. Howling echoes of yesterday marching through the gusts of winds. Finding one’s skin pierced by such
I have waited years for every week to end. Imagining the possibilities of feeling free. But as time continued I saw only the beginning. Mundane days stretched out to two days. Though I remembered some days as if they were yesterday. I know myself to fall for being in the weak. I can no longer
It was not the moment she first kissed me, feeling her breath against mine as we parted. It was not the spark as if electricity surged through our fingertips when we held hands, interlocked. It was not the moment her warmth when she hugged me allowed me to truly feel the word home be defined
You can always tell when something is different. It seems like what once was is now just a long-forgotten memory. A broken promise held by empty words. You can speak but is it still heard? Does one feel the pieces as the peace leaves? Shattered mind with hearts led astray. Pouring blood finding escape when
Experiment through experience. The catalyst of infinite configurations. Transmutation of limitations. A fusion of nuclear imagination. Congelation of the inhabitation of the mind’s ablation. Separation from humanities subjection. Syndrome properly diagnosed. Art is the source of the antidote. While love is guiding us home. Bringing us to new heights through flights of delight. Seeing with
Used to know some guy that worked 6 to 3. Free only in mind so he changed it to 9 to 5 to see. What a guy, isn’t he? Impressive? Works so hard yet behind the curtains is so damn depressive. Frozen food, caught remotely in control questioning his purpose. Searching for another day because
I care not in being like a burning star. The sun still hangs amongst the others in the cold, dark void of space. See me as the moon, where I am visible in my darkness. I’m clearly seen to the world in the embrace to that I shall not cover. I am where men try
Swift tales spun to see behind broken dreams. Promises of what once was. Empty lines through skies stretched by infinite time. Or so was said til space showed its face. Phased history now carried through the sands of time. Deserted oceans tearing a broken ship. Eternity held by stars till death finds its orbit. Dragging
The water bounces off my skin. I look on as each drop hits and spreads apart. I see people running away and screaming because of the downpour. I don’t mind the water. I look on and wonder what exactly is going on around me. I feel a sense of longing I haven’t felt for some
Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping. Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty. Fallen graces met by pale faces. Caught in a universe of tomorrows. Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten. The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love. Attentions met like a ghost,
