Magic by Shoolie (Feat. Every Spare Second)
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Magic by Shoolie (Feat. Every Spare Second)
All the butterflies have migrated,
Widowed memories,
Leaving a hollow cocoon
On a withering
Flower.
It feels like i'm trying to digest
The caterpillars
You left behind. #bluelipscollection
Dear God,
I’ve been looking for comfort somewhere else
Please take away this notion
I offer this
Like a sacrifice
A blemished lamb,
Myself
To you, an everlasting fountain,
A refreshing newness
To drink from your cup
Is to humble myself
I need you more than air
You leave me with a breath filled life
There is no other option
You make all my worries disappear
Not like a petty magician
But a conversion
Turning my head towards comfort
Your palm a map to the truth
And you hold me up with conviction.
Western Tragedy
A western tragedy
Quick glance McCoy
Can’t seem to get a hit
a blind shot
The taste of gunpowder
in my mouth
A deserted hallway
You on one side
and I on the other
A duel for two
Gunslinger hellos
A loaded conversation
and then the
eye contact
in
3...
2...
1...
We shoot out those beautiful bullets
Ricocheting against the walls
A tundra in the middle of the desert
And when the dust settles
I’m the one,
Who is always hit.
#BlueLipsCollection
Last year's fashion statement
She wore the sentence like last year's fashion statement. It barely fit her attitude. So when it walked out of her runway tongue I had to bite the silver of my own To confirm that it was genuine. I tasted bitterness. So, I kept my mouth shut afraid of the bloodshed.
a book about being broken by stitch therapy.
Poetry Club
I go to a small Christian University, so to the rest of the world this is irrelephant but I started the Poetry club and not only is it the most active club in the whole school but it has the most members (i think) [aside from floor hockey but that's a sport] <totally not fair>. Anyways, my kids, as I call them are doing their homework and they're writing some pretty amazing stuff! sure, they're not Dickinsons and Wilthmans or Nerudas but they're something better it's their own poetry. I love all their guts and its awesome seeing them write so much. I just had to put this little thing somewhere! I have to go help an AWESOME friend.
#notimeforedits
#totallyspilledthisacrossthepage
#poetryclubrocs
#deadlyrocs
#thegoodkind
#bye
I wish I can completely spill my guts through the use of eloquently structured sentences but no, I have to have this primal instinct to just let it all out in one big wilqkenasdoiwqhpeknasndnsadasnndpaqmwknd.
ALL I EVER DO IS LEAVE A MESS.
AND PEOPLE TEND TO GRAB THE BUCKET INSTEAD OF MY HAND.
Day # 1 - Life is all a Lie
Today, I spent the bulk of the day fixing up the spaceship. The engine is still fried but I've been making slow adjustments, making the interior a bit more pleasant. Outside, the weather looks just as harsh and unwelcoming like the mouth of a snickering alligator. My mood has hit its lowest point ever since my co-captain abandoned my services 8 months ago. I've been living in isolation. Not much has happened ever since and I feel like the lack of gravity is what keeps weighing me down as the days go by. Tomorrow, as per usual, I'm not expecting much. Nothing much. nothing. at. all.
Love Like This
A Symphony for Delicious Chapter III
I could smell the Ocean in the air. It was teasing me with its scent, giving my senses a small taste of a bittersweet dessert. Everything around me seems to be nicer, the trees suddenly full of life is branching out towards the blue. The sky, in return, seems to have pushed all signs of cloudiness out of the way. Even the grass seems to be greener on my side. I focused my gaze up into the blue of the sky. It reminded me of the Ocean, I closed my eyes and imagined its calling. After a minute or two I started flipping through my notebook looking for a fresh new page and began a list of the tell tale signs of being intoxicated by cupid’s fart.
The Tell Tale Signs of Being Intoxicated by Cupids Fart
1. I smile like a fool in public (Note to self: beware of looking creepy)
2. The grass is always greener on YOUR side
3. I start to daydream more often
Scene 3
In the distance you see two figures, floating in the middle of the Ocean. They are trapped in each others gaze. There was no need for music, the waves made a symphony in its crashes, and the two figures were slow dancing. The boy was wearing a suit with a bow tie, he was looking quite good, even if I do say so myself. But the girl was all kinds of beautiful, her dress complimented her skin and the Ocean reflected it. She was flowing gracefully becoming one with the body of water and it was, as if, the boy, was just swimming in its wake.
*End Scene*
I looked at the time, got up the bench and headed towards the theatres. My mood was a high note sung by the sun. I wore joy like an overall and couldn’t help but dance all the way to my destination. I got there 30 minutes early, earlier if I didn’t stop by the flower shop just to contemplate if getting flowers would seem too eager for a first date. In the end, I decided against it, you never know, she might be allergic to flowers. I waited for about 25 minutes until she arrived. She was wearing a green sundress and black flats.
I noticed her as instant as the smile that invaded my lips. I examined her like a crime scene. She was drop dead gorgeous. A walking piece of art, as if Mona Lisa suddenly got tired and walked away from her painting leaving nothing but an empty backdrop. She was art’s perfect crime.
“Hey, you look nice.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“So, what movie are we watching?”
She smiled and pointed at one of the movie posters that hung outside the theatre. It was a romantic musical and in big fancy letters it said “A symphony for delicious”.
A Symphony for Delicious Optional Chapter
(For those who care, I have included a chapter that describes my physical being. If you couldn’t care less or want to create your own image of what I look like then you are more than welcome to skip to the next chapter.)
I looked in the mirror and examined myself. I had an innocent look, a boyish charm that is accompanied by a thin face the colour of oak. I made a bunch of funny faces. My tongue loosely hanging on the side of my thin lips. I chuckled. My small brown beady eyes almost slanted into non-existence, both brows raised like rollercoaster hands, and my ears drew back in excitement. in between all the commotion my nose lay at the centre like a flat button. I combed my black hair neatly to the side and gave out my most charming smile, I winked at myself in great content. Today, I was going out on a date.
Stay Golden :)
I feel like I'm just saying words, But sometimes my words are saying something.
Cover for "Take Me Home"
Available January 24th 2013