Window boy has window thoughts, Clear but smudged in certain spots. He fogs the glass with shaky sighs, And falls asleep to brassy skies.
That emotion is outside of my Mind’s jurisdiction. Please refer to my Heart for any and all legislative action regarding that feeling.
“What could you possibly be looking at? There’s nothing there!” / “It’s a habit. Some people smoke. Others chew gum. I, for one, aimlessly stare.”
The concept of a lemonade stand might just be the most human thing ever.
Only the hounds are awake now; be careful not to breathe too loudly, the air is fragile.
The ancient figure bent over, and the dust shook from its eyes. “Think about these things,” it snarled “and be sure to call me if you need anything.” The mountain then proceeded to swallow it whole.
There will be stories about your beauty. I will write them all.
I put in an entry for a poetry contest, hosted by Commaful, so feel free to check it out and vote! Link
Expectations are the roses of the social world: you can get the bud or the thorn, but the scent will never be forgotten.
Is there something beyond the sickness, Something we can’t feel, Except at the times when the plague is forgotten, A momentary lapse of happiness, A partition of the curtain, To let the spear of light shine through, And pierce our soul, But leave it crippled and split, Fodder for the masses, To bend as they … More Beyond