BOOM. I'm naked flame. Oxy acetylene.
Catch me chock full of hatred. Running on instinct. Lost in this makeshift matrix. Not in sync. I've grown weary. The talk of guns tire me. I'm seeing clear and everything's flowing with green binary.
Four scored. Plans to sever several more. I fold a metaphor, one for equality. A lesson in its purest form. The Norm. It's simply how it is. ...Hows your kid. Entire books of wisdom in a second flat.
The country sleeps. I am wide awake and productive. I feel superior. Sleep is for the weak and the poor x.
Every time I read the comments on someone's writing expressing the slightest sorrow or remorse, and its filled with people offering flawed logic and faceless shoulders to cry on, it fills me with...
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
- Noun. 1. a long speech characterized by lofty and often pompous language. 2. Rhet.
- Noun. A slender or graceful women or girl..
Love is fleeting, Love is grand, Love ain't about making Love or holding hands, Loves selfish, Loves personal gain, Loves sacrifice, Love is pain, Lovers make Love, but Love can't b made,...
I watch my watch, the constraints of time shackled to my left wrist, shattered in the red mist n scattered by a wedge spliff, Tock, n the next Ticks staggered by the next hit.
Sittin in frenchies n my shirt with the checks, in specs, engrossed checkin blurb or some text, looking sexy as fuck with her hair scrunched up, Got me punch drunk, struck by whats next to me...
“Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Manga scenes ain't got nothing on my dreams, seems the fabric of my mind mite be splitting at the seams.