Thinking

the grass never grows here
only cement
in these gardens
c'est la vie

Absolute

she threw a brick at me
and I have been recovering
ever since

Truth

I would move
but my bones have become stilts
allowing me to rise above
only to let me fall
the wind blows like an old cliche
allowing the sky to lose
its blues
I've walked a long way
to get here
though i've settled
my feet steadily move
avoiding the complacencies of the heart
nothing ever changes
its only the movement of the clouds
that make us feel whole

Always

waiting on the train
blowing the wind with
her Nina Simone complex
all her troubles
evaporating in the atmosphere
all my heroes blew to the wind
and returned as ashes
she is a cheating wife

Mi Amor

The wind sings to a starless sky
cradling a thousand moons
in its right arm
in the left are my dreams
sent to illuminate the night
my dreams of you
they shine through your window
on top of your blanket
and you feel the warmth
of my body
beside yours
forever holding your dreams upon
my chest
I have surrendered to your touch
heart to heart
this relationship has become my art
in the galleries of our pupils
a fragile aesthetic

I forgot about this!

I forgot I even had this blog. Well I'm back on here. This is mostly poetry but some other shit will be on here too. Enjoy!