Let's race.Run with the past behind you, away from her arms and his smile.Let's race. by ~demonika
Let go of the hide and seek tree.
Ignore the summer sand in your shoes.
Drop the plastic guns and painted horses.
The laughter and the dreams.
Run towards the future with breath burning in your lungs, vision blurred from the speed as your heart beats in time with your feet against the ground.
For your first kiss, broken heart and unspoken apology.
Run with your hand outstretched, ready to grasp the credit cards and overdrafts.
Keep on going and gain momentum.
Fly towards your mortgage, shiny car and surround sound family.
Dont get caught up in the
SocksYou can't always win a nobel prizeSocks by ~intimachine
or vicarious eyes
while thinking of ways to rhyme
with a 2 syllable word;
I spew lizard,
despite how absurd,
and whether or not
that strikes you in awe
or raises a brow,
or opens your jaw,
regardless of whatever you're thinking right now,
this has no relevance... to anything. At all.
Sometimes you write
about humanity's flaws,
write to grant laughter,
or analyze God,
but then when you write,
you imagine your bed!
so maybe you'd rather be writing
about... socks, instead.
It shouldn't take long
since i'm very much familiar
and quite frankly,
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives by ~livingcomforteagle
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so wonderfully flawed and couldnt only a gir