|more fabulous than an invisible flying unicorn crapping rainbows and puking glitter.|
poem for a certain storytellerthe willow charcoal stains my fingerspoem for a certain storyteller by valke312
in rememberance of those monochrome dreams
the ones where you told the stories
and i heard those ethereal melodies
i draw tonight with sights of long ago
the memories haunting like phantasms of the night
tomorrow i'll scrub my nail beds
and hear our songs play in my head
but i'll never get the black out
i'll just miss you instead
the exhibitionistbuildings collapse to the beats of our heartthe exhibitionist by whiskeyinsteadofwine
as the old people die
like VHS and Mozart,
and now the whole world has seen
(because YouTube was there)
the fate of our dreams
meet the heights of despair.
since this stage is too small
to house our random thoughts
we have no choice at all
but to blow the world apart.
we are so consumed with self
but, really, can you blame us?
there are cameras everywhere
exhibitionism made us.
now we blog our every waking hour
to an audience of none,
while we step on every flower
saying: "there will grow another one"
because this generation's like a vulture
that, to the scene of the crime, flies
the assassination of our culture
and the day that true art dies.
ceiling fanthis hot air movesceiling fan by whiskeyinsteadofwine
across my bare skin
like summer breathing out
a sigh for all my sins
and the less that i move
the better it all feels
i am the king of nowhere and forever
a fate my ceiling fan reveals
to be purely self-deception
of the most perfect kind
it's why god gave us summer
to build endless castles in our minds