I pick the crust from the dusk. I thrust the smudge of the falling busts. Busted beeper slinky sleepr. I have not bound the beast. No woman dances, slinking glances. The beast is loose in the streets. Anxious helpers scream in the echoing streets. Doctors toss their woe. Peace-keepers shrug their hope. Nothing changes in the mean scenes of this abandoned world. This city of need. Fists of wrong punch cheeks of weak. The sun sets the sun rises. I'm sleeping on the outskirts of the night. I'm dreaming in the chaos. Red tinted scenes from deep down dreaming. The people scurry like mice. The children don't know what to do.
i love those moments in life where you just stop caring about everyone and everything, when you have nothing to lose and you cant get any lower in life so you can scream fuck the world and shout and sing and dance or wallow in self pity crying and cutting we can be honest with ourselves for once and show what we feel on the inside, if people see you like this, they often look the other way but soon enough the situation will be reversed and they will be the ones people turn away from, its a beautiful cycle of temporary insanity.
every night when i look up at the sky, my eyes jumping from star to star, i imagine your skin against mine, i think about our souls intertwining as i whisper my every thought into your ear, then im pulled back into reality and i remember you're a million miles away alone in a different bed and as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to hurt, i look up knowing that although i cant touch you, at least we're still under the same sky and thats what keeps me going.
Rushing through the trees, gliding over streams, rustling through my hair, the morning breeze roams through the world freely changing the stillness. pushing a girls hair into her eyes, it causes her to avoid the violent man she would've otherwise fallen for. a bumble bee is swept away from the swift claws of a curious kitten. A red leaf sways to the ground signifying the beginning of autumn. dandelion seeds float gently around a toddler as her sticky fingers grab at the mystery. the steam rising from my cup of tea is slated to the left as a slight breeze hits my neck
gathered around the living room, all of our friends were lounging around watching Netflix, eating pizza and chatting amongst themselves. Sat with my legs crossed on one of the sofas, Ryan put his arm around my waist and threw a grey blanket over us so that no one could see, his hands were warm and he drew small circles on my stomach. as i looked over at him, i could feel a kick in my stomach and i watched his smile broaden and his eyes fill with tears. I wiped his eyes and fell into his embrace his arms wrapped around our little creation protectively, although we were young then, the second i saw the strip turn pink, i became an adult, a mum and the moment he felt that kick, he became an adult, a dad