a royal color
My grandmother has a room in her house dedicated to purple. Lavender walls, royal sheets: I'd only need you there for it to be complete. For eyes are the windows into the soul, windows I have spent many a childhood gazing out onto the cold dead suburban landscape. How I wish I could take you into my arms and let you teach this worn-out teacher there is still warmth worth searching for. CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
a royal color
My grandmother has a room in her house dedicated to purple. Lavender walls, royal sheets: I'd only need you there for it to be complete. For eyes are the windows into the soul, windows I have spent many a childhood gazing out onto the cold dead suburban landscape. How I wish I could take you into my arms and let you teach this worn-out teacher there is still warmth worth searching for. CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
a birthday every day
every day, the universe sketches itself anew like an etch-a-sketch broken by accident from a cousin's fall if I am made of the same stuff as the stars then it is my birthday every day but even if the atoms that make up my body all somehow- miraculously- came from the same ball of gas every day these days I keep reinventing myself so every revolution might as well be another birthday I still suspect that others are lying about their birthdays an effortless reach for clout meaningless numb...
a birthday every day
every day, the universe sketches itself anew like an etch-a-sketch broken by accident from a cousin's fall if I am made of the same stuff as the stars then it is my birthday every day but even if the atoms that make up my body all somehow- miraculously- came from the same ball of gas every day these days I keep reinventing myself so every revolution might as well be another birthday I still suspect that others are lying about their birthdays an effortless reach for clout meaningless numb...
A New Page
the sun fails its checksum it doesn't feel the same as the blazing starry organ that once sent me sprawling for shade I need a new story to occupy my head for I keep running my fingers through tattered shattered shreds that have grown flimsy from folding and furry with mold and tired from touch sparkless, dismal, old I pull out my ROMs and play one a while picked out from random one of a million files but each of them fails to spark my imagination so I put controller away and continue fu...
A New Page
the sun fails its checksum it doesn't feel the same as the blazing starry organ that once sent me sprawling for shade I need a new story to occupy my head for I keep running my fingers through tattered shattered shreds that have grown flimsy from folding and furry with mold and tired from touch sparkless, dismal, old I pull out my ROMs and play one a while picked out from random one of a million files but each of them fails to spark my imagination so I put controller away and continue fu...
Arrhythmia
When a person gives you arrhythmia, you may want to write a love poem.
Arrhythmia
When a person gives you arrhythmia, you may want to write a love poem. That is, if you don't die of a heart attack first or feel the implosion of a vessel burst in your brain from a would-be lover driving you insane. When a person gives you a stroke, you may want to paint a sunset. That is, if you don't drop the brush first, if you don't spill the paint onto the floor from a misplaced curse of silence forevermore.CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
Arrhythmia
When a person gives you arrhythmia, you may want to write a love poem. That is, if you don't die of a heart attack first or feel the implosion of a vessel burst in your brain from a would-be lover driving you insane. When a person gives you a stroke, you may want to paint a sunset. That is, if you don't drop the brush first, if you don't spill the paint onto the floor from a misplaced curse of silence forevermore.CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
