Avey13

We're looking for each other like apartments in a city overflowing, like pigeons look for ledges to ensure they don't lose their wings.Maybe I'm looking for a story where a city of lights fills with fireflies or just warmth in the middle of winter words of kindness from a stranger's eyes.We're fumbling through familiar passes awoken only by coffee and primal vows. We might try to be gentler but we'll only bite ourselves.I'm working on an escape or two far into the country away from you and if I should ever succeed I'd hope you'd follow me.

I miss ancient cathedrals on mountaintops, all the moments I owned, All ignorance was blessed when youth was before me.Guitars on tables played spontaneous ballads of yesterday, uniting laughter and hands like strings I held close to me.We sang to grass beatles and butterflies, danced away the days, turning streets into carnivals. Canvasses too dry, we painted ourselves.Easy came now easy go. We near fall with dirt before us. You hold my hand and touch my cheek. We shed our skins and start off slow.

Why should sentences end when thoughts don't? Why must I write essays instead of protest chants?I mean it. Absorbtion of energy in passion, saturation, hit, complete, so end it.Fill the air with fumes, the vapor of your skin and paint. The master's built layers on drafts. Break the mold.Why cry if not to water the flowers? Through your fists into song. Let the ink on pages run.Hold them over flames. That ruins might burst with phoenix. Salivate with insanity. Cultivate the lost.

Nor rose, nor sword, but painted glass, sacred and gorgeous while it lasts, miracle of time and sand, made unique by human hand.Heart is what moves one to touch skin of glass painted such that jewels shine not so bright, don't so justly hold the light.When translucence is proved untrue, hands are moved, the glass I threw on concrete unforgiving, to reveal illusion to the living.The painted glass wasn't art, but printed upon like plastic parts. Beauty is cheap and glass is bought, and smeared upon without thought.Words are that, things won't last, rose will wilt, sword felt fast, cuts gained by both and broken glass, love is but a painful m...

Fiery dresses igniting dark emptyness A smouldering bang takes the quiet sick of yourself, need someone else? For a drink and a drag get heat here.It's pity or petty, you don't know or care. What your mother taught you went in one ear and came out wet. It's truth or dare, 5 minutes in 6 shots.1 will go off in that cheap party trick if you're not careful, bounce around the caverns of your skull tearing memories with it.Your muscles go hard under the cold. Smoke to numb the fear. It's cold inside too.

She crossed the plaza to enter the bar. She was alone and dressed up, but she wasn't meeting anyone. She'd never gone out alone before, but then this wasn't any ordinary night. It was a jazzy night, full of blues and rhythm and smoldering echoes of heart break. She just couldn't stand to sit in her apartment, holding in her desire to hit the pavement, tip back liquor and smoke.So there she was, in a black dress that never had seen the light of day, waiting for the waiter to bring something sweet and bitter. It was perfect how the shadows of the ambient matched her mind. Warm dim light hinted at dark chocolate walls. But she'd seen this caf...

I wish the skies would just open up to me part their lips to weep scream buckets of tears into the street drench me in reality hide me between mist cleanse me with sincerity so that then when no water is hanging in the clouds they might clear and let brother sun warm my drowned self

Funny I... Bright lights Dim Blinking in my Sunshine whim Living lights linking lights bugsIt's warm and lose like fire light glowing down swinging round and up again upside the head ShootingI thought. Gross and gucky drugged muck glup blocks building drup UghHum Hum Hum'ello Sun o' mine

Hoy quiero volverte a ver Para que, no se. Para dicirte que eras... que eramos... que soy... Lo siento. Me trago en este aire de calle. Pienso que taxis pasan y no estas ahi. No estas en ninguno. Meto la frustracion al bolsillo y a meter mi mano, calienta mis puños, los electrifica y rayos salen. Odio. Lo siento? No creo. No se donde estas pero vuelve, para descargarme de la electricidad.

A spell is spun in the eleventh hour. In lovers breaths illusion flowers. We press our hearts together. We let our lips make feathers.Of night you professed secretly in my ear with hot breath. Between graces of salt honey flesh, doubt will infest the sweet you left.Erosion voodoo morning brought sense in magic I sought not but water clean and cool of thought took stone to dream and this to rot.The virtue of our carpe noctem turned to vice when logic played quick the turn from summer to autumn quick the pace of spell's decay.