Rainy Day CigaretteIt rained that day, Overlooking individual ripples in the pond. Caused by the idiosyncratic droplets dancing around his burning disposition He took another drag. Relinquishing itself, slowly sizzling Drizzling, around his rainy day cigarette.Rainy Day Cigarette
It rained that day, But nothing was moved. Unshaken, unstirred,raw and free Holding death between to fingers He took another drag. Yet relinquishing itself still, slowly sizzling Whispering to his rainy day cigarette.
It rained that day, Looking to the somber sky "It hasn't stopped raining and I dont k
Fruitful DemiseIt was never about nutritionFruitful Demise
I sat on the shelf next to fruits that couldn't compare
Awaiting your hungry demeanor to pick from the variety
And you passed holding each in your hand
Squeezing and thumping and weighing your choices
Awaiting your distinct sense of smell to choose
You've tasted all and you're more than experienced
So I sat on the shelf next to these fruits and vegetables
Awaiting the zero gravity touch of your fingers to place me in your possession
Just as you reached to set me in your suffocating plastic bag
MusicI listen to music to catch a glimpse of what's gone.Music
Another memory plays with the note of a song.
You whistle whats on my mind and make me bend affectively.
A love song, a sung song, an instrumental chiming
To an up-tempo heart with an off beat tapping.
Day dreams of times that don't exist but for that instance
I listen to whispers of moments gone.
With the press of a button,
It was all a song.
Dopple GangsterI'm watchingDopple Gangster
A running reflection in a window
Confident to the "T" and not like me.
I watch
Inspecting so I can have an aspiration to meet
I'm watching
The clever style and the girl elegantly clung to his side
I watched
As time changed according to hands
I can't see
A running reflection in a window was he
No longer clever, confident, nor victor of sweets
Just a plain old Joe who sits alone when it rains...
I once saw
A running reflection in a window
C
Portraits of MePlease, Touch my face Disentangle me from the branches That are wrapped around me For eternity, it seemsPortraits of Me
My body, Cold, and unfeeling Is starting to feel the pull towards The ground below me My destiny
Please, please, make a portrait of me At least somewhere Something Will show who I was, and who I might be
If you loved me
Sweet loss, Drive me away My face is rotten and aching Thanks to a broken heart I’m sustaining
Trapped inside, The memories of you hide In my mind as I place my fac
Please Dont Slow Me Down
Peaceful
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