Envelopes
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.
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since what went by was a lonely thing
and it never occurred to anybody
of what it could be and how it would leap
over there. over your head and into nothing
the abyss? is that nothing?
the cliffs? the subtle seas,
the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier
and it comes down to crush the rocks
the mountains too
I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else
-s's.
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
your name is
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-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.
wither. candle
descend into madness, now,
nothings going to change, but who wants to stay the same
flame, I'll feel your glow,
but you're insane
touch me, little flame
maybe I'll know
even in the ringing of bells
there's a sound like nothing else
a heart that singing underground
swims alongside where you roam
and I know what I don't
and I don't what I won't
and its hard to stay afloat
Alone here
-s’s.
Good to me
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
the cartoons and the movies have no wide-eyed gazes to look back at them. no light of day to shine across the dusty screen. abandoned life, abandoned dreams. left lonely and hidden beyond care. what does it all mean. in this ghost town.
-s's.
today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death
Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up
grim appetite for the full dark night
-s's.
Letting you go I have to do what I loathe I would never And Though you come around, Why would you ever take us down?
-s’s.
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