The class period before lunch and recess
Loud and noisy
the 8th grade jury had taken over the partially empty classroom
with nothing to do
no work
(it was the second day after Thanksgiving break)
playing cards dancing through the air
Loud and noisy
the 8th grade jury had taken over the partially empty classroom
with nothing to do
no work
(it was the second day after Thanksgiving break)
playing cards dancing through the air
Walking to the path unknown
I hold unto the universe I knew
But eventually I knew soon I have to let go
For every weight in my hand has to fly away
Tears
for this show
for this character I love more than
any
freaking
Over and over the ride awaits
A carriage good and sound
A go, to go, forego, we go
and now the round spins!--
tilts on it's axis no more or,
freeform expression a painting perhaps
I am tenacious,
I prevail.
Though the dark void surrounds me, I ignite a fire inside and shine.
Yet - shadows grip me in their hands.
Flame, rage, and anger consumed, ashes I become.
the east is enveloped in blue dark
the plane that carries you
diving into the abyss
while the west appears to be engulfed in flames
a simple view from the deck
of a slow moving boat
Acts of love are defined as any gesture, action, or behavior that shows care, affection, and kindness toward another person.
Some big and grand
Some small, nameless, unnoticed
Feet in thick socks
Shuffle through the halls
And across the kitchen floor
Hands reach into cupboards
Rearranging and putting away
Mugs
And plates
the bottom of drawers/that are in an old house/lined with wrapping paper/grandfather clocks/next to mahogany and peony/wet trees and moss/earthy tones/melted marshmallow/fancy perfume/that comes in a/glass bottle(s)/feather quills/ink/old books an
kssh/bump/you need to/
keep your head low/smoke and ash/
and oil/factories and steam/with bright lights/
dead patrol/in Hades's town/first a girl/with a red flower/then a boy/with a lyre/then a deal/then a sad/sad song.
We all push ourselves for something
we push
for achievement
for recognition
for forgiveness
i don’t seem to write much anymore.
Maybe it's because at one point the music got turned up real loud,
didn’t like the thoughts in my head,
the noise of the world.