the sky, filled with machine ( Read more... )

its an adrenaline rush.
push come from shove
frozen face down,
inextricably connected to failure.

every eye turned toward purple, pragmatic.
foul-mouthed, artsy, she sought refuge personalized
sanctuary, nihilism.
swallowed aspirations whole.
K-hole, marxist twain sure some furious fella.
opend wide darling crooked smile,
lonsome birth, envelopes. concensus
built truism.
you know, preceed from doubt.

i am replete with contempt , adismal summertime ennui. all that i had took flight, much to my disdin, much to the disdain of my daydream gaze ( Read more... )

you wont believe this ( Read more... )

par for more
set to the floor
time will pass
go by
goodbye
ensconsed in triad
thalia my grace
nothng left to say, nothing left to face
lets go
lets break.

or stay the same

summerrain flylow away over head
retreating from the tree tops tips. expand horizon,
expansive contracting,
aire gaining pay. relenting to sun-blown wind
such as to burn away my gaze

what kidz gleen aint ( Read more... )

i know that guy!

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so, i can hear your voice over the radio in my room,
so let us pique
so we were like summertime in love.
we were like in context,
part of the flaw in language
characterized by contemporary social discourse
embedded, and we were like "betwixt the line".