|Goodbye dear friend, we will meet again.|
sleepwalking thru fallthe area i tried to compromisesleepwalking thru fall by ~RUNNrabbitRUNN
the sunset has left me blind
i don't worry i don't worry
i don't worry about how much i worry
spend all time behind movie screens
seeing movement as raindancing
i've never i've never
i've never seen this place before now
watching nervous fingertips
skilled across satin necks
i don't think i've got this right at all
sleepwalking thu fall
8BallHe exists somewhere along K Street and Elm.8Ball by ~RUNNrabbitRUNN
A strange ghost with absolute and feral eyes. He is emaciated thin. Hollow. Gaunt. White, waxy pallid. Dirty blond in an impervious and meticulous spiked wave across the top of his skull. Shrouded in discarded black denim, arms bare, jacket-vest open exposing a strip of concave, smooth, particularly sallow torso. Boots black and thick. About his neck found, shiny trinkets on a length of dog chain locked there forever with a tempered steel Masterlock with no key.
A frightening and weird dog in a cold, unstable, dilapidated city.
Echoing an undomesticated animal with a white-blue sunken stare a thousand miles far and wide, he appears out of place and out of step with all else around him. He commands it like a Viking.
He is unreadable. Shows no sign of anything representing cultured and moral humanity. He is a compressed wolf, super-focused, ultra-quiet. Contained, maniacal derangement.
There have been old women from the Old Country,
Orbital templeOrbital temple by ~RUNNrabbitRUNN
It was quiet perfection.
Inventory but passionate.
i felt his orbital bone.
i’m certain he felt temple
opened my eyes. oh so
too close, but clear.
a clear Blue iris begged.
pupil enlarged, begging, pleading.
His eyes implore me.
He impresses with deep blue ocean
eyes as navy eves in the midnight dark.
evergreen ivy pulling me down down
down to the ground
black pools in asphalt vacant,
following the rain down down
down into the streams,
into rivers and
mocking His color.
how i wish i knew the taste of Your thoughts,
so sweet like brandy-warmth.
my only weakness is Your sight.
my cast of characters ache for me, said.
my cast of muse and blood tumble the sky and sea, said.
destruction at it’s finest will wring from me sweet surrender, said
had You been there,
had You been real,
You would’ve witnessed my ruin.
and thus been c
Stubs of a Cigaretteopaque tendrils whispering—Stubs of a Cigarette by =LightOverpowers58
vaporous poison clogging airways
choked by outlawed sentiments
slogging through azure veins
fleeing a traitorous organ; thrumming
[ming] [ming] to a hidden metronome—
winding haze stimulating snippets of
simpering emotions conspiring the
ultimate coup d’état; the metronome
staggers …an illuminated stub weaving
maleficent murmurings and swirling
stuttering sidebars; the metronome
forfeits, refusing to save a cluttered organ
cigarette stubs..ignited at single ends;
convalescer of stress, debt caller of life.