Silhouette
It's turning purplethis blank stare
it shouts its fears
resembling a plum
what hurts, what breathes
solitary soul
the noise it brings
is a tap
on a hollow hole
Love
I write about love
sometimes it's not quite heard
to describe it
a movie theater
empty as a school desk
in the summer
there you are
laughing and crying
dripping soda down your chin
eyes glued to the screen
rummaging vast emotions
it's quiet
your alone
leaving me
to absorb your
innocence.
Canopy
Cover me up
you piece of object
you serve no purpose
but to cover and shade
don't ask don't tell
you piece of object
your point
to serve
nothing more
to what you do
you are here for no purpose
but to blind the absurd
sun
now shut up
you stupid piece of object
do your job
remain unconscious.
The day you fell through the ice
unaware
of how to feel
legs numb
cheeks blue
grasp for ground
knuckles bleed
just a second ago
in a tree
providing air
just ice and life
to determine fate
so cruel so tight
help this
wreck less girl
for she has
no one in sight
but a life of
unkept secrets
lies and tales
who will she love
where will she be
if the ice cracks
a symphonic sound
will come
a flash of light
will see the sunshine in
playing with dolls
is where this begins.
That one Green day
iconic statues buffer in sun
through the muggy air
their war is won
mildew and copper
seem so tame and rare
as if geese were flocking
to unfit air
where skin and fake jewelery
make an unwanted affair
sit your self down
get the grass off your pants
skids on tennis shoes
elope with socks
muddy swamps
feel at ease
ripping through parking lots
where the road winds
a sign of where to stray
but no place to be.
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