(no subject)
I am ecstasy minus the high- a strip without the negative space.
I am your bottle in a vaccuum, void of air, water and all signs of life- and I am sparks lost with no wick; light without dark, noise with no silence, and some half-hearted cliche with no constant.
But when I am near you, I am a complete set of bones.
Paint me flesh, and kindle my emotions- I am your wood, burn me.
Yes you sir, you are the grass rolling beneath rubber tires --
beauty is not always adorned, but it is
always there regardless of who breaks
the cycle of life with the grasshopper's and ant's
holes and burrows and weeds,
but flowers are always up for another show time- another season.
I am your bottle in a vaccuum, void of air, water and all signs of life- and I am sparks lost with no wick; light without dark, noise with no silence, and some half-hearted cliche with no constant.
But when I am near you, I am a complete set of bones.
Paint me flesh, and kindle my emotions- I am your wood, burn me.
Yes you sir, you are the grass rolling beneath rubber tires --
beauty is not always adorned, but it is
always there regardless of who breaks
the cycle of life with the grasshopper's and ant's
holes and burrows and weeds,
but flowers are always up for another show time- another season.