I Have Nothing To Talk About
i have nothing to talk about
Nothing to say’s so important that it’ll keep the world running
like an HVAC whirring and compressing
Like motors like steel like the factory of fame and dreams
on planet Mercury
in the clouds
through this message I hope that the show keeps on going
help me up the stairs, but
there’s no sky that’s worth living in
-s’s.
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dreamy potion of an electric ghost beckon back the forbidden souls
-s's.
I take advantage of this illusion
If it is so
I’ll take apart my delusions
That once buried me into where I lay
And now I sing everyday
so be it.
-s's.
ghost of mist and pieces and trees
falling delightfully like fading spring
ghost of loss, of thought, of everything
-s’s.
you look so tired,
lampshade, on fire
calmly, talking,
inanimate objects
I felt, much better
off alone in the tower
the black is the canvas, the universe is the art The universe is the canvas, me and you are the art
along with the stars, we are the art
-s's.
Air Row
Arrow for precision
strike once into a fool so blue
wind chimes break all the silence left in you
you're dangling now, barely even breathing now,
no life left to fight for, but you notice the clouds
start to shine, and angels single you out
air rushing inside you, wind, cold and white
Is it a dream, or might I finally know now?
now I just might.
Wasn't meant to be your black night
I’d be the only day you live to see
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.
for the past three days there was
no beat or no pulse
even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes
wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane
willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim
little scenes and pieces of the
audio visual cool girl
scatter into the screen
with hues of purple light blinding her machines
paths and documents and crowds and rejections
brilliantly laid out, a world of nonfiction
will she ever surmount to the crazy idle teen
but I know most times it never hurts for her to try, however alone she might be
Butterflies flutter
Flowers frolic, silken threads
Hold me as I sleep
🍄 day 5 of gratitude haiku
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