Naive, blinded from birth
The plain narcissist emerges
Wind succumbing to the atmosphere
The pleasant meager sun fades
Dreams of ascension plague the
man's trembling thoughts as they rush in
fragmented morsels on his palet
driven haphazardly by invisible hands
invisibly handed an unblemished man
the worn figure of a vagabond
playing wistfully against a backdrop of the evolving
the eve settles along his eyes
and he still travels, future poking holes in his mask
press the lingering obstacles
he rests his cheek against the cold glass
breathing pictures of frost beside him
yet the mirror remains unchanged.
trees droop to haggard blades of grass
as they glimpse through
disheartened by the flash of sorrow witnessed
as the wagon swerves by in a stupor
a summer mostly celestial
scratching frantically to hold itself up
mind shallow with self pity
as he left the country palace in his wake
the realization came
he'd return soon, but it would never seem the same
Dorian Gray perched like a lantern, flickering drastically
braced aginst crawling wisps of fog
l'image parfait d'une blague sinistre
rouge dans les joues, visage comme une oiseau
blanc et rose dans les mains comme un enfant
la musique sera son maitre, quand meme
demain je deviendra une ange nouvelle
dear, muddled thoughts will create tremors
my smarmy curiosity cuts a bit jagged
but my hand moves unsteadily
until we wake together
i climb into the room
face sliding gently across its frame
red and sorry, untimely entrance
creates the atmosphere of a
funeral unattended...
you won't change but my words might
propositions of scum
reading jack kerouac in the glow of the hipster beside me
everything else is dim, and your eyelids are heavy
sick of staring into
the crisp morning, waiting, two cigarettes in the ashtray
a broke individual
bought a pack a day for three weeks
held his breath so
he wouldn't be made to speak
poking holes in the balloons
so they wouldn't float without him
and so he kept his eyes to the clouds
waiting for someone to come pick him up
you were just an ordinary dream
everything that mattered for a couple days
i made a mixtape for you
with a drawing taped on the front
but there is a light that never goes out
I read some words beside it once
it made me think of the time
you promised things would stay the same
i lied twice
both times I said I loved you.
the first time was a mistake, but
i meant harm the second.
sometimes i tried to rub off on you
teach you a lesson or something
but the thorn in my side
made me stare across the dark
while your breath eroded
to a whisper
i don't wanna sink to the bottom with you
sorry about that whole summer
eighteen years taught me nothing
im just learning with every step now
i bet you've never
even really heard me laugh
well i've laughed but not around you
its just you can always go back
and I can only keep treading
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