I wish I could be a flower in her garden
A vase in her kitchen
So I could look at her while she lives, unabridged
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I wish I could be a flower in her garden
A vase in her kitchen
So I could look at her while she lives, unabridged
Rage follows what I cannot say
Rage follows what I cannot say
Rage follows what I cannot say
I tell all of the plants I meet about you ~
When you’re not home
I lie under the ice sickles
hanging from your rafter
patiently waiting
to be touched by something of yours
god wants me to fuck your wife.. and you
Them “I want to have more emotional intimacy, and count on you to be there for me when I’m going through something”
Me “Can’t you just ask for money or something, anything else baby”
I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know “why” anything. And I say this in the most liberating sense. I don’t know. but I don’t mind. I’m willing to live
I like my greesey hair becuase you don’t
The world doesn’t
I’ve never been more comfortable
Go find another body to endulge your gaze
I’m no longer on display
If I were a tree, my secrets written all over me. One only need seek shade to know.
If you could be soil to a dew of truth it won’t serve you, because you’re busy being you, wonderfully so.
In woe seek refuge under my penumbra. Subtly I’ll give you enough to keep go
Keep go? But I want to win, I want to know where to cast the net, when to draw the mast, how to plant 9 bean rows.
Shhhh keep down you’re stomping your feet in a silent crowd. Look closer that’s you center stage, choreography, poise, memorized only you can’t remember learning to dance
How can you learn what you’ve always known, no it’s not in the brain you’re fighting with but trust in me, in you.
Drop the rope with the damned knot in your white knuckled hands
A tree grew and rose and came to know all necessities to be, aware the tree began to panic, day 9 the tree exhausted its reserves due to concern. dried and died. Rain didn’t fall again for 1000 years. The trees’ worry a justified intuition you wonder? A few millimeters had the tree followed true, its roots would tap reservoir and bear fruit
love that human proper so they prosper
With each moon I fall and with every sun I rise & the search for everything missing goes on
Visit my grave like a haunted mansion
Let jaws drop far and wide.
They will say look here,
In an area the size of dangerous hail,
Right there in his abdomen.
A black hole, contained in a body,
Galaxies of pain swarming inside.
Profound and horrendous magic
To fit so much in one body,
Cursed with one regular size mouth with a pair of shotty vocal chords to try to express.
A pair of equally inadequate hands to move a pen that bleeds sorry attempts to convey.
One human heart that digs for new will to live every time it’s demanded to beat
It’s only once the flesh fades away that I’ll attain grace,
Then, only then when my body melts away
Will they find it suspended in place,
The dark mass that has engulfed all the rain, fog, screams of agony and pain
Spinning with velocity that keeps it tightly wound in a spiraling knot.
I stood as long as I could.
The midnight chimes
Are just over head
Joy or dread
Two or 2
You choose
To sit on the second hand
Or to hang on with both hands
1:1 are the lucky ones
Nail down the tracks
To roll on or to rest upon
Grow wings to fly from
Or to fly, on
Every sound in the world for you
All the silence too