Little Scenes And Pieces Of The
little scenes and pieces of the
audio visual cool girl
scatter into the screen
with hues of purple light blinding her machines
paths and documents and crowds and rejections
brilliantly laid out, a world of nonfiction
will she ever surmount to the crazy idle teen
but I know most times it never hurts for her to try, however alone she might be
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envelopes
Too many envelopes and people living in secret rooms
I can’t cope—keeping them locked safe in a dark movie like I had hoped
but nothing that’s sealed is worthwhile
say it when you find out and watch while it falls down
-s’s.
Mess of Mansion
I'll live life, and I'll leave it
I'll leave it on the floor
I'll break the door open
and make the rooms flood
I'll live and I'll leave
I'll leave it all alone
like when the day is done,
I'll shake the windowpane
I'll leave it on the road
because in this lifetime,
there is a broken home
to this mess of a mansion,
I wish I'd never come.
-s's.
it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming
I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
a troubadour regrets,
I listen to her music
and watch her pray
about the things
she let in too late
Too late.
-s's.
sun dust spinning around us
an ache I used to feel, once
just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through
Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room
-s’s.
You’re not the origin
you’re addicted to leaving
and the old souls hold close their
broken things; clear glass,
porcelain and knickknacks
-s's.
calm me down, drown me in a distant ocean that never gets discovered Deep dark blankets, blue and far and wise and sad Troubled by the mystery of people on land
-s’s.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight
-s's.
spent time walking
watching
memories drive by
What runs once used to be slow
the bad things used to feel good
i sit in wonder
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