Our talk at dinner made me laugh.
I don’t believe in your narrow vision,
So how can you expect me to follow it?
I’m gonna toss rocks and eat cinnamon,
I’ll do a lot worse in my lifetime.
You know i will.
It’s funny that you keep trying.
Our talk at dinner made me laugh.
I don’t believe in your narrow vision,
So how can you expect me to follow it?
I’m gonna toss rocks and eat cinnamon,
I’ll do a lot worse in my lifetime.
You know i will.
It’s funny that you keep trying.
I hate who I loved.
Suppressed and close minded,
I hate that I’m his.
And another,
To eager for me to respect,
Too stupid for me to have trusted.
I hate who I loved.
I find so much comfort in knowing that everything will eventually stop.
They’ll all give up,
Three windows,
each one higher than the next,
each one showing more telephone wires and cloud.
A lock and handle,
Speckled by time and grime,
on the door that separates cold and warm,
wet and dry.
There are cracks in the paint equal to the cracks in the … Continue reading Kenny’s House.
We are our teenage desires
We are carnal
We are impulsive
Young and blind and infinite
And we don’t care.
I can’t care that you’re disappointed.
So we revel in the beauty
And tremble with anticipation
Waiting for something life changing.
We must grasp the opportunity
Capture the explosion
Purple neon skies,
Rolling sandy dooms,
Bloodline across the horizon,
I find bliss in an euphoric red land.
I look across the desert.
There they sit, lonely,
Glowing Orange-
In that glance I uncover my destiny,
My reason my meaning my Orange doors,
The glowing doors to perception.