William

William B. Fillmore

[williambovefillmore]

Create and be my guest,

I’ve let you get this far,

Your heart will be found

In the crows nest,

By the lady in a red dress

Whose choice of weapon was charm.

• W.B.F

#poetry

[williambovefillmore]

I feel a weird sensation

A weird ambition

A form of duty,

War or tranquility

Hell or highwater,

May june come sooner,

In the form of a phoenix

Resembling my father,

Amen

[williambovefillmore]

De donde vienen esos ojos delicados

Que observan con amor desconocido

No podre estar a tu lado ni pensar

En esos ojos de miel pero

Deseo que ayas podido entender

El porque y arrojar lo que sientes

En el vacio.

[williambovefillmore]

Fun Fact: You who has found this from the past 2 mysteries, i will create movies that will make your brain linger around the tootsie dootsie lolli pop

[williambovefillmore]

up the dreary slope awaits

angels with bows but the dreamers

know evangelion is at wake

fairys hummed their

way into my presence

all while my portraits shed blood

by the second

when will you learn your lesson

when will you learn your lesson

•W,Bove.F

[williambovefillmore]

i’ve built the perfect house of cards

and the wind plans its revenge,

the river harshly remembers

that stones make amends

bring me back my stripes

i’m naked at the yawn of dawn

a blue butterfly storms in

i’m not but the light at a lighthouse

[williambovefillmore]

Se davvero non ti dispiace, ho fretta

Per ottenere questa grande storia d’amore, perché comportarsi da stupido

E all’oscuro quando lo sai,

Quando sai che amiamo entrambi contemporaneamente

[williambovefillmore]

Blackhills

Eyes like yours I’ll never find

With the glance of a silver river

Looking at its reflection in a mirror

samid <3

[williambovefillmore]

How do i inhale you?

Allow me

I want to know you profoundly

and the divinity under your skin

You’ve found me in the state

Of no boundaries it’s almost

as if paper planes weren’t real

But you paint pictures the kind that

Only liquor could make you feel

Apparently all alibis are ascending

While we walk with smiles pretending

and appeal for forgiveness to the condescending,

The snow has gotten whiter and the movie has

Just begun nothing is new under the sun

And if i may, history repeats itself.

[williambovefillmore]

Peek next door,

Please adam,

Please Ms,

Seem unaware,

When you glance back at me,

Enjoy the sunset,

And also what is next door,

Pretend, if you have to,

Or don’t,

I’d love to know your thoughts and

Opinions so please do be open,

Or don’t,

But i’d prefer you do,

Now tell me what you see,

Or better yet, what you feel,

Is it discomfort or empathy?

Does it amaze you? Or does it push you away?

I’d prefer you tell me,

That doesn’t matter,

To me what matters is what drives

That brain of yours to be,

You are not listening,

Please

Be mindful

[williambovefillmore]

I see your shade by the hourglass,

And it moves ever so slowly

Like good and bad wine,

Like getting lost at sea

A dark soul confined,

Wanting to be set free,

I made my feelings march

Towards the pacific sea

They denied the hope

And poked holes

But all i wanted was the

Water to set you free,

You are as earthly as the grass

And my tears will water your tree,

You aren’t like my last,

Nor will she ever be,

I’ll sleep

I’ll speak and

I’ll dream

Right under your shade

Your roots belong

In the everglades

We passed by

In winds,

With matching skins,

With a pull so strong

That we blew away,

I longed the air you gave,

And the connection

That sent signals

Of incoming warm waves,

But still your name floats

And your mystery still at large,

She’ll always hide,

behind a star,

I’ll always dream,

she can’t be far.

- W.B.F

[williambovefillmore]

So long Rachel, or

whatever your name was,

I wonder if you still hide under the blanket,

I wonder if you would have never happened,

Now there is no doubt in my mind

That you were the one,

The one to solve my mysteries,

The imaginary wounds,

The identity of what’s

Below electric light,

Bound am I to come,

Forced are you to run,

It’s a cat and mouse,

Who owns this house.

[williambovefillmore]

The perfect pain encapsulated in your eyes are but wonderful to me you know, i can see you’ve grown tired and have seen more than what you can tell, the slow hand movements and the incurious unbothered persona, I understand you, the thing is i’m not sure why, and i’m not sure i care either, it is as if i’m stringed and played, connected here and connected there, played by the fingertips of the universe and honored by the wind, i’m here and i’m there.

•W.B.F

[williambovefillmore]

I can speak you kind words,

Those that make you feel sparkles,

I can teach you many things,

But beware to not fall in the cycles,

Nature is calling while

Your dreams keep falling,

Don’t be scared of the women

Down there singing in high notes.

~ • W.B.F

#poetry

[williambovefillmore]

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