Morning.  Afternoon ( Read more... )

My wish is stored upon a ship ( Read more... )

bones in the backyard ( Read more... )

If a clock hits the rain
And the evening grows dull
While I'm sitting behind
Like a broken clock on a wall

Time isn't the matter so much
Regardless of the count it spells
Two hands restart a day like clockwork
Pointing happily at a single twelve

Perceptual ability doesn't win races
When life's greatest abilities are measured by means
That money and material ( Read more... )

 
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This ain't no disco:  this is an ocean ( Read more... )

When the cows come home and their bells carry leverage into closer range,
Dark shadows also roam back home; in which, wolves still remain.

Plots are only bouillon cubes disguised in gilded foil for the benefits of any normal wrapping.
Salting the skies' reflection in the pot you use to brew some soup, you truly had me laughing.
 

To make-believe I'm less naive ( Read more... )

If we persist somehow to travel back,
And witness all the ways we interact:
The more you know, I do suppose,
The more my mind's been hacked.

Withstanding there's no time machine,
Curiosity begets my personal hell.

In time, I've found myself alone-
Silent- with my mouth unclosed.
Without my voice behind my whisper...

"My heart has never been as splintered;
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If I flew past you in the dark,
Unless I somehow lost my heart:
The breath I hold would help to hone
Until we both had made our own.

Like what it must, as if it were- because
We hadn't known- but, how to love...
As I grow fond of when you're near
I can feel no momentous fears