no snow, no lights, a barren tree. is this what it means to be thirty three? no snow, no lights, a tree covered in unfamiliar colors clearly wound up in weeks of waiting for a feeling that simply doesn't manifest itself and i think it's lost. we spent weeks buried in white crystals and the smell of Blue Ridge burning! was always in the air as the rivers swelled on the rare warm morning of January. and yet now. a spectre of the past. no snow. no fireplace and no embrace just emptiness. no snow. no snow. no snow. what happened to us?
i'm not used to this glow feeling so cold. the rain outside sounds like a constant drone of you're not good enough, you're not good enough but i keep fighting, fighting for some reason. she's hours away, she's hours away the boughs of the artificial tree seem to keep chanting but. soup is on the stove, rice in a pan as i drag my feet closer to another year heart pounding, pounding because my savior is a mixed blesssing and a curse but she has a name and i love it and can't shake it.
scan, scan, scan. number after number. scan, scan, scan. tan, red, blue, green of endless mountain peaks and dust. a reason it's the end? with that black bar with a timestamp. scan, scan, scan. neck hurts from the magnifier. think that it'll be in my pocket after all its trails on the film. signatures, signatures to verify and verify. "scan, scan, scan: there's always something that you've missed." twenty-nine, let's go. twenty-nine, let's go. verify, verify. twenty-nine, let's go.
look upon the loss, and see wars unseen, in hearts and minds we lost in a generation ago. so we carry on, pretending it's all the same all the shock and awe. the sand, the seas, the mountains and digital patterns, OCP photographs from the air verified for secure accuracy. it's all just a loss. by air, by land, by sea what is that we are that will last?
it's time, i heard her say by PaperArtillery, literature
it's time, i heard her say
i tripped
and fell into the ocean.
inverted, i gazed upward,
full of saltwater and wonder
and i dreamt i saw your gaze reflected,
refracted through temperatures
shining into view.
i feel myself drowning in you.
inhale on purpose.
take in that intoxicating taste of
being
lost
in
you.
eyes shimmering full of what-ifs
and "why didn't you"s.
it should always have been
a little death by drowning,
a slight surrender to something
always
there.
i've hit the bed
and can only look
at the shimmer and sparkle
as gentle, unforgiving breeze
breaks the surface and sun
into shards like
diamonds and silver
an angelic glow and safety razors
and they sink,
no snow, no lights, a barren tree. is this what it means to be thirty three? no snow, no lights, a tree covered in unfamiliar colors clearly wound up in weeks of waiting for a feeling that simply doesn't manifest itself and i think it's lost. we spent weeks buried in white crystals and the smell of Blue Ridge burning! was always in the air as the rivers swelled on the rare warm morning of January. and yet now. a spectre of the past. no snow. no fireplace and no embrace just emptiness. no snow. no snow. no snow. what happened to us?
i'm not used to this glow feeling so cold. the rain outside sounds like a constant drone of you're not good enough, you're not good enough but i keep fighting, fighting for some reason. she's hours away, she's hours away the boughs of the artificial tree seem to keep chanting but. soup is on the stove, rice in a pan as i drag my feet closer to another year heart pounding, pounding because my savior is a mixed blesssing and a curse but she has a name and i love it and can't shake it.
scan, scan, scan. number after number. scan, scan, scan. tan, red, blue, green of endless mountain peaks and dust. a reason it's the end? with that black bar with a timestamp. scan, scan, scan. neck hurts from the magnifier. think that it'll be in my pocket after all its trails on the film. signatures, signatures to verify and verify. "scan, scan, scan: there's always something that you've missed." twenty-nine, let's go. twenty-nine, let's go. verify, verify. twenty-nine, let's go.
look upon the loss, and see wars unseen, in hearts and minds we lost in a generation ago. so we carry on, pretending it's all the same all the shock and awe. the sand, the seas, the mountains and digital patterns, OCP photographs from the air verified for secure accuracy. it's all just a loss. by air, by land, by sea what is that we are that will last?
it's time, i heard her say by PaperArtillery, literature
it's time, i heard her say
i tripped
and fell into the ocean.
inverted, i gazed upward,
full of saltwater and wonder
and i dreamt i saw your gaze reflected,
refracted through temperatures
shining into view.
i feel myself drowning in you.
inhale on purpose.
take in that intoxicating taste of
being
lost
in
you.
eyes shimmering full of what-ifs
and "why didn't you"s.
it should always have been
a little death by drowning,
a slight surrender to something
always
there.
i've hit the bed
and can only look
at the shimmer and sparkle
as gentle, unforgiving breeze
breaks the surface and sun
into shards like
diamonds and silver
an angelic glow and safety razors
and they sink,
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