Every GerminationColossus of the dark sky fell with its scorching suns to fell the idols into bits, pieces, limbs, shards of god. It displayed this atrophy proudly and so gently instilled in out hearts flames of shame meant to kindle something; something living, green and growing. But every germination that showed signs of progress was annihilated in the flames of the black suns of theEvery Germination
twilight.
Observation.Observation.Observation
It
rests
atop the street light, above and below all else. Not yet grown, its wings, its soul. Not even planted, its beginning. It lies subdued, hears and sees the clouds wallow, while the other birds follow and share in the art of
this anticipation. Then, it watches the others drop
below the cold surface, to absorb and warm to the glow, to
open themselves as a new wound, to stretch themselves to the fringes of their wingspan and rise as if this new light reveals the currents that are carrying them over the clouds.
To LoveI have come to love the opaque glass that enshrines my universe mind, filled with unrealTo Love
sssurrr real iiittty. Although, I fear, the world has grown (without
me)
tired of the banal words of darkness, rendering them useless (loveless). Even the sparsely sporadic starlight that visits has been bereft of home for quite some time... ...and even then, it only,
ever only, reminds me of how very dark it still is. &nbs
Even Angels Fall“You’re leaving?” “I guess I am. She told me so.” He only shrugged like it was nothing. Like we didn’t care that he was going away. He was just pacing around, occasionally resting on the picnic table bench. “Don’t you need anything?” I asked. “Where are your bags?” He looked up at the sky as if lost in thought. He didn’t seem to even hear me. He just looked at the clouds. It wasn’t raining but the sky had the look of it. The clouds looked ready to spit out buckets of rain. An awful tension hung in the air while ground said calmly to the sky, ‘fire at will’.Even Angels Fall
&n
Sunday
You smell.
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i like leaving you comments
i know you werent
because you hate me
i know it
seriously
your a butt
Crusty boxers.
-Face
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isnt that cute?
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