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Spring.
Category: Short
Pining
I miss driving fast
The long summer days have collapsed
We would get high on the ski mountain
Asking Jim to drive again
I miss my piece of shit car
That beautiful purple interior
The time spent in the back seats
Steamed windows
Dripping streaks
I miss my old friends
Well maybe I just pretend
It was the second guessed perception
That lead to the end
But, those days are gone
Repeated and stressed like an old song
With all longing aside
The simple days of that youth are gone
Now we sit and drink warm beer
In constant financial fear
Crippling debt is just part of life
Fucking amazing, right?
19th birthdays full of pink
Dumping vodka in my rented sink
Looking like trash
With a group of friends to match
These days will eventually be gone
After they become repetitive like that old song
Longing aside
Every single shining youthful moment will soon die
Drink
You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
Moving Van Blues
Steps and Cement.
Do I even want this?
A soundtrack to angsty times.
The triple shadows call out,
Screaming with every step.
Exhale,
Heartbeat quickens.
Thoughts are like a map.
The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.
Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.
A man name Isaiah.
Dead.
Drywall
overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room
please do not say anything until someone screams
how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?
long read stories about why they are there
we all have feelings we cannot explain
maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?
sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?
consistent confusion
not courage
Rust and Decay
The world is a beautiful place,
Yet it seems most of the world forgets.
Self absorbed and so ordinary it hurts,
They are denying the ugly and their only edge.
Force beautiful sunsets upon us,
Looking up, blinded by the brightness.
Creating beautiful lyrical poems,
Rhyming and making you shed a tear.
But I am always looking down,
Call me Valjean.
Textures, dirt, scratches, rust, decay, death
Thats the real beauty.
Never look up,
You just might lose the power to see the beauty beneath you.
Denny
album after album
the empties pile higher
than the hopes inside
we chain smoke watching
a diamond crushed beer can glisten
when the sun sets at the right angle it
shimmers on the porch like
alcoholism
7 Seconds or Less
We live in a generation bombarded by images, videos, and text
We hate the wordy
We despise the complex
Short, instant, and engrossing
Is that too much to ask?
Possibly
Boat Shoes
No socks and
boat Shoes
In the depth of winter
A man in the city and
not a nautical outing in sight
Like a sailor
never destined to sail
Like a Car salesman
never to sell
Don’t let your shoe choice limit you
Lividity
Paradise
Paradise is subjective
An island retreat,
Or a warm embrace,
To a quiet room.
Or the sound of you enemies blood hitting the floor…
While the sirens flicker,
Red,
Blue,
Red,
Blue.
Starrfishing 