Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Mix With Choreography


attempts at indecent exposure, not sure what your getting at.. wanting everything you've had and everything you loss. guzzling liquid temptation down your throat and mixed with any choreography could cause slippery lips and thunderous words and try after try after try. stumbling for the moment, regain yourself over time, quick fix hypocrisy this will never be what it use to be. idolizing fascinations with mornings that have come and gone, missing something entirely pleasing and rushing for the instant pleasure it once delivered. Embarrassed and undesirable, put on the shelf to rest, no longer performing any sort of acts. no kindness, all greed. a greedy excuse to sit next too me, but this spot is reserved, please go away and feel nothing more. memories slicing your mind open wide at night, twisting and turning at the vivid images you can streams over and over again, but how far can your senses take you off the ever fading reel that you have rewinding and rewinding on your brain. unsatisfied and gushes of realization now, after time, punch you in the gut and there is nothing you can do too save yourself. redeem not, talk less, come to turns. reaching for a grip on this crumbling effort, forget what it has become for it will never be different. salty substance caress your eyes and this won't be your last disguise, contemplating ridiculous outfits just too see, can robin hood once again steel from the rich and keep it for thee?

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