January 2010
11 posts
won’t you put down that pen my friend,
it’s words engrave upon your skin,
deeply, until they reach your heart,
your words bruising the organ and it’s chords.
but sweet music you hear,
though deaf it will soon make you.
the faun has offered you a match,
blindly, you accept, not knowing what for.
the words ignite and you lock yourself away.
you’d rather burn in...
nonsense.
alsobeastwars:
notreraisondetre:
pavement beneath my palms,
oozing nonsense from the cracks and secrets from the moss.
misguiding your travelers,
warm in the sunshine,
but in the rain your gravel sticks to my bare feet.
you are my solidarity, but you bruise my bones and bleed my soles.
my soul is not easily torn from traversing your surface,
but i fear i do the tearing all on my own.
...
nonsense.
pavement beneath my palms,
oozing nonsense from the cracks and secrets from the moss.
misguiding your travelers,
warm in the sunshine,
but in the rain your gravel sticks to my bare feet.
you are my solidarity, but you bruise my bones and bleed my soles.
my soul is not easily torn from traversing your surface,
but i fear i do the tearing all on my own.
nonsensenonesensenonsense.
