Just Outside of Skinny
Our hunger is beating a steady drum,
let darkness warm our souls!
What is an eternal sleep
but a concussion of sorts
that leaves all reality in a fabricated frame?
A web of habit surfaces her pretty face
dreaming like a woman with perseverance
although farther from beauty
than a bad addiction coming back to haunt.
Broken bones don't always mean
that our bottles are half empty
or that our minds need a rest.
A disappearing man
often feels that within himself
there can be no great withering
than his necessary companion.
He without doubt
will surely turn a river upside-down
yet he who finds himself in my ocean
may learn that swimming
is an open divide.
Half the weight of an iron heart,
why cannot our imaginations be enough?
Every image that plasters our media;
the stone washed expressions ignited in capitol,
were there enough begonias,
posies, even, comparatively to roses?
Half the weight of an iron heart,
why cannot our imaginations be enough?
Does personal flare
interfere with your integrity?
Our hunger is beating a steady drum,
slithering into too many
widely distributed outlets.
Let darkness find a grip
to catch its photo-gs in
and never release their projectiles.
let darkness warm our souls!
What is an eternal sleep
but a concussion of sorts
that leaves all reality in a fabricated frame?
A web of habit surfaces her pretty face
dreaming like a woman with perseverance
although farther from beauty
than a bad addiction coming back to haunt.
Broken bones don't always mean
that our bottles are half empty
or that our minds need a rest.
A disappearing man
often feels that within himself
there can be no great withering
than his necessary companion.
He without doubt
will surely turn a river upside-down
yet he who finds himself in my ocean
may learn that swimming
is an open divide.
Half the weight of an iron heart,
why cannot our imaginations be enough?
Every image that plasters our media;
the stone washed expressions ignited in capitol,
were there enough begonias,
posies, even, comparatively to roses?
Half the weight of an iron heart,
why cannot our imaginations be enough?
Does personal flare
interfere with your integrity?
Our hunger is beating a steady drum,
slithering into too many
widely distributed outlets.
Let darkness find a grip
to catch its photo-gs in
and never release their projectiles.