I follow you You don't know it But You hold the weight of my life In your unknowing I want you to know, And yet, To know would be the end. So I stay myself And I follow You
It bubbles away
Like a pot in the background
Simmering over flame
It’s almost audible.
Tucked away for safe keeping
In the kitchen
Boiling.
The flavours getting stronger
And stronger
Intensifying.
I can feel the heat
Rising
Roaring
It burst out of the pot
Demanding my attention.
I turn
And there’s only the pot,
Quietly bubbling away.
I make people burn Apparently And shake Shake down Through You? It could have been you It could Still Be Still Tonight Just watch the light From a million years ago Gently illuminate The face of the moon Brightening your eyes As the ground you stand on flies Through nothing But this is our everything It's all.
I was disappointed
Disappointed in a way I never had been before
I gave you my love and support
And you gave me your best
But your best
Through no fault of your own
Could not contend
You were robbed
Of what should have been yours
And despite what happened between us
You still have
Me
The innocence of youth Left me then I understood That we all Co depend It might end my pain But It would increase theirs The fear had taken hold And entered my mind Overdramatising My situation in life It was bad But it would get better Now I had no need To write that letter
You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness
I feel Old And through that age I feel Alone Yet not lonely More like I've been taken somewhere I never asked to go And left there But still in full view Of everyone
...we’re fucked.
I'm finding that as I get older Getting older feels divine Now I don't believe in the divine There's just no better word to describe The feeling of age in my mind Now sun is dead ahead And the road is behind. I'm being blinded, Is this the cost of freedom? Too much coffee And not enough sleep Black. Light. Spots. Peaks don't help when Stars are staring you down And December is no place For tinted lenses
"Shall we begin" "How Fucking Dare You?" The beast, enraged by a seemingly random and unfounded accusation, snarls, fangs bared. The boy, not understanding, much like the beast, what has been asked, but presuming the worst, cowers, and pulls himself up onto the chair. The man, dumbfounded, just sits there, and stares at the painted man, as if querying the query, with a slight tilt of his head, but otherwise his face portrays no emotion, once again stuck between his two companions.
"I am the sea at night."All works by me unless stated otherwise.
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