Of Place..When liquid is merciless and violent in descent You can ask for forgiveness or bang hand drums in new homes Dionysus funk dripping from foreheads in a winter snapshot The staring machines are wrought with dust There's always one leaf to fall Porcelain black skylines pulsate like heartbeats, like the racing heartbeats crumbling before it Hidden in eyes of raging firestorms, lilting winds pushing smoke to bleedOf Place..
A playground in time's old and forgotten siblings Pieces of string, broken machines, and the crates that they stored perscriptions in Items with which to have celebrations and
Locked Rooms With....Locked Rooms With One Chair For Sitting And One For Looking At AirLocked Rooms With....
The motionless streetlights of the industrial district once sang beautiful harmony to children loving in twilight Dangled my feet off of a cliff, the dangerous city lights decrescendo into the horizon That feeling where you put on your headphones to drown out the voices of everyone in the hallway Only silent The faces ornately crafted, so sunsetesque, with missiles in their hearts and ransom notes in their heads Emptyhanded wholly, a parallel of the biblically frightened I saw the shadow slip just past the corner of a dead end,
A Chronology Of Left TurnsHow careful and nuanced it is to bite the owner, it's a career now Everyone wears glittering dirt and caring's just 9-5A Chronology Of Left Turns
Cradling dead bodies, screaming at karma, looking for cameras to fuck with loving posturing
Dimes rain on old immature earth, piercing skulls, genies give with smirks
An opera of pigeons humming dirges to the grey mass of false love, traffic bleats, stains canvas in ugly, unfavorable interplay Suns are plastic, falsified market joy So small and stupid, these words aspire to shine, but a stadium light obscures real people Unread the history and science of a thousa
Hands Don't Go ThereSometimes I get swallowed by couch cushions in my dreams Before realizing I'm wide awake and it's bright as fuck One would claim a grin is in order Following a dance for stale Lays and a bout of sex that leaves the lady unsatisfied I borrow the 4 AM from science without looking for its strings Candles flicker, abashed at their stark twilighted relevence My night calls me, begs me to stay I wish for her safety, wish on her oft-misread tears They dream while we live They live while I sigh and they die You throw your bkack, twinkling hand to other loves, other lone defeated, I know &nbsHands Don't Go There
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"Be who you are and say what you think, because those who mind dont matter, and those who matter dont mind" -Dr. Suess
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I'm Farah's Droning Heart
Welcome to dA
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Dum spiro spero.
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