Modal Soul, this guy takes trips to my mind without even knowing it.
honestly, thank you. i appreciate the love.
thank you faceless beauty!
(!) that makes me smile. diggin yours as well.
She held his initial promises in her eyes,
crouching in the black of her hollow cornea.
Waiting for the light that would cause a thousand words to fall,
certain that the only support would be the scattered strands of vacant memories running over her gentle face in his silently abandoning presence
Constantly on a stage forced to pray for composure within a body that would end up in pergatory
for it’s denial of anything greater than an unrequited first love.
Lacking religion yet forced to be religiously alone reliant on the notion that in thin air he lay,
fingers running over rosary beads that had never made their way.
And so she would jerk and shake in his stiff command,
Yearning for her body for once not be the one to hold his,
seeking a replaced production of purity nightly,
because their persistence to persist in a clashing quest for validation as though it was a dying practice left her with no vision of the rising sun.
She became another hanging record for artistic decoration of well known ballads,
only maintaining grip by a string pinned to his high ceilings,
for striving egos,
up there she would die.
Her confusion was invincible,
irressistable to his need to punish her—
Evident in the smile that would curate at the sight of her bloody elbows
as she pulled herself from the center of his gravel ridden heart.
Eye rings soaked in purple ink,
now dependent on the ledge of a bar for the strength to stand.
Because fairytales were the last in command.
Formerly so certain that she could draw the picture of soul mates on a napkin in a busy restaurant under dim light,
Suddenly struck with the realization that she had just finished drawing herself,
with promises in her eyes.
not at all—granted my past mistakes made me who i am now but i never dwell on things. freedom of mind will allow me freedom.
it then makes me happy that i am not alone
Attempt to differentiate coincidence and certainty
You’ll find yourself stretching to find the answer,
Setting up your mind to play with gravity in order to validate the
purpose of such a discovery
Yet, unable to clearly explain why yellow meets green to make blue,
Swishing a brush in a puddle of wet melody within a pathway,
In any other platform—an error,
Blaring red on a white wall,
Otherwise a reason for distress,
On the right surface,
Free in it’s definition of self when placed in the fingers of the right
Pre-destined or spontaneously manifested?
A cry of a cello forcing the same tears that a child drew with the
effortless ease stemmed by a consistent belief in a happy family
Love unrestrained on a train ride shared between two persons,
Establishing a gaze, not gone disturbed
Thinking back on the choice to pick cable two, row 12
Fortune preferred for conglomerates versus melanin stained beauties
rushing back to the sun soon after birth
Life without a random component within its soul would not possess the
And whether or not you believe the words I speak,
Riddle me this—are you up for the challenge?
ah, thank you! I use an old canon eos
my birthday was lovely! carrot cake and ballads.
me? na, i should be asking YOU that miss.