you had an old
acoustic guitar
in the corner
of your room,
but you said that
you couldn’t
play
a
chord
and while the
night spilled in,
cut into fragments,
a million
little
eyes
blinking
on the
floor,
an ethereal
cheesgrater
on the
hardwood,
you lay there,
and there was
musicianship
in…
it’s that
sweat soaked
moment
gripped in
the firm fist
of apprehension
when everything
seems equally
insignificant
except for the
heart in her chest
that moves you
in torrents
and
that burning heart
in your chest that
has finally finished
convalescing
and is ready
to be conquered
again
guys
i have a blog dedicated to my writings
it’d be pretty baller if some people checked it out
you’re probably prettiest
when you’re wrapped
in white sheets,
gripping a bottle,
staring at the ceiling,and wondering why
everything is going so
fast;you’re probably prettiest
when the moments melt
away and paradise
palpitates on the horizon,waiting for you to
claim it;you’re probably…
this is a poem from the blog i just started for my writing and music
you guys should check it out
i did my best
there’s a cholo on facebook who always complains about how sad he is, so i always suggest that he should masturbate on his statuses.
it’s the best.