You feel like home I’ve always felt a strong connection to you Immediate relations Friendship unparalleled I see you as someone who could match my inner self to a tee
By Spencer funk4 years ago in Poets
Close The voice perturbing Release revived action Instigate whole-full awareness Succumbing toward sanctuary Sanctity reborn
Suffocating No oxygen left in this room I feel the walls closing deeper into my tomb This place of refreshment will leave in the June’s breeze
Love is something I’ve felt once A real thing It was nothing like lust Lush and kind Beautiful and fair and just Unrusted
Dust I awoke to tears of color Hurt from every surface Molecular deconstruction Unreaped harvest Not a drop of triumph left in your vial
Polished laces with a laser focus set inward, longing to reveal all its worthy contents On my worst days my cherished memories of us ring thru so consistently bright, igniting embers of creativity inside
Arranged within a crooked line wrapping around the stand Spies speak in broken languages trying diligently to pry information from the lines server
Displaced feelings held inside. Mashed thoughts like vegetation. Ending what has since become unneeded. Photos of men in action, working the only way they know how. How many buttons are required to make the machine work.
Living without Sustenance to fill my inner self Empty eye droppers Filling lonely shelves Cascading thru isles of bliss
Hounds of disgust The opposite of intriguing Feeling only nothing The face of deformity Cannot stand its own complexity
Spiraling fabric Wound around and around Spinning itself until its line comes to an end Catered to the comfortability of on dragging feet
Red lights at first sight I can’t sleep through our night time Gazes that are sharp enough to cut through steel Observing your every feature in the comfort of our limelight