Daisuke to Murasakei am the thunder of a thousand raging storms without my lightning.Daisuke to Murasake
my grief is feral. a lone wolf out on the prowl, eating his own tail.
uprooted from soil, i am a broken willow: stripped bark, raw skin.
birdspeakit, well-- how can i say this? it spoke in riddles.birdspeak
i could not decipher what language it spoke - (well, i guess-- ...maybe, one time, well, it sounded like greek, but what do i know?) - for every time we met, it spoke with newer fervor and faith, despite becoming colder.
...and just when i thought i could no longer keep hold, i could no longer keep up, -- the thaw.
you see, i had not noticed
photosynthesis had begun.
love's anatomymy mirror was covered in flecks of snow i smiled into it blue eyes looked like hot flames of candle wickslove's anatomy
when the phonograph is not working i crawl into my heart nobody belongs there more than You and even after you've settled in, unpacked your things dipped your tea leaves in the boiling water the kitchen of my heart you welcome me in when i look at your eyes the temples of light that burn yellow, full of life i know you will be my favourite tenant.
life mottothe past taught melife motto
(no regrets, no rationale) how to live the future.
six crimeshe pled not guilty to the crime a dozen faces, two dozen eyes found the sorry soul innocent.six crimes
six crimes have passed the hourglass little grains of sand coax the jury to their sense ex post facto.
ten violent fingers a virulent man with a sudden deadly rage and a lost key to its cage.
a dozen chains once again buckle under the wait of justice what fairness exists in biased heads the brains are marked in the tire treads of everything felt before &
published... three times. this is getting old.
They are honest.
I like them.
I can relate.
--
Like the wind, your voice always carries a different song. Maybe one day...just maybe...you'll sing mine.
and hey im not that young!
--
The heart is a bloom.
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