Take me on the beaten path
wind blowing through my hair
forgetting all the reasons you said
You can never love
I was giving a lap dance and I had to fart so bad
I breathe of you
as the poem
I never wrote.
behind silent smiles
Infinity looks like a garden hose
on a Sunday afternoon
coiled and uncoiled by pressure
that feels as cold smiles between
old lovers who...
I needed to write,
But I had no inspiration,
So I abandoned my laptop,
And stepped out of my hell of a home,
To abandon it all,
And just stare at the stars a bit,
Soak up the night,
Experience the entirety of the cosmos,
If only for a brief bit.
But when I lied down,
There were clouds hanging in the night,
Blocking my view,
Clouding my inspiration,
And my very thoughts,
I was a hollow shell underneath a dark sky.
And instead of stars I melted into that murky darkness,
Melted into a ink black,
And I simply felt nothing,
Not anger or sorrow,
A profound lack of anything,
I found the nihilist’s void,
And in it found horror,
For it’s pure desire to destroy all,
And make everything into it’s nothing.
With that I snapped to,
And rushed back inside,
I can deal in light,
And I make home in shadows,
I revel in the starlight of the night,
But the nothingness that lies under night’s clouds,
Is a sight too horrible for anyone.