Threw her head back and laughed
"Joke's on you!"
"Oh, wait -- "
"God we're emo"
Threw her head back and laughed
"Joke's on you!"
"Oh, wait -- "
Threw her head back and laughed
"Joke's on you!"
"Oh, wait -- "
she didn't want to be the last one standing
again
so she shut the door
no man's land between self-revealing intuition and the voices that came with time
the voice quieted as she forgot to listen
searching instead for
more
test 1, 2; 1, 2
flickers now and then hesitated to give rise
as once the past had seen fires burn in her eyes
dropping endless scenes behind the lenses cast upon the moment, and the next stretched out in weeks
and she hates getting all made up for nothing but another group when where's the single's gaze I sought to please
another step to her bedtime routine
slipping in and out of pose with ease wondering when these bones will start to creak
endless body stretching beyond the aging limbs of a life which cannot does not could not end
youth your marvel bathes round me
bells tolling infrequently yet history has been made
and there's the art of living
what rhythm were we born into
where's the metronome
5 - 6 - 7 - 8
9 - 1 - 2 - 3
where's our perfect proofs
proofs of math and music
counting out our destinies
balance kept so steadily
why'd you go an use the past tense
insinuation picked up
war-time sensitivity
radars up in arms
we've got your meaning
we've got your mis-communications, too
when you missed something,
something brewing out of bounds
the blank was filled in
knew what was left unsaid
was right
the time isn't right and waiting --
what a waste
youth's biggest lesson lost on patience
it doesn't take much
for us to realize
it's all meaningless (sublime nothingness)
without the good stories we tell
reality is all that's left to sell, a shell
serve your body, mind, and spirit with the
buy, create, consume, rest, resume, converse, avoiding doom
cycle spin, years on end
then -- love's back again
so sorry it ever left
how long can it last
for the lone rangers -- all of them,
floating winks of private moments, lifetimes in a breath
intersections drawing introspections
let the bodies cross and pass
crash into walls of a 'coulda been doing this all along'
love without an object
reason without a mind
mind is off addressing
everything in its right place
my holy impermanence slipping through the net of your gripping sliding fingertips
continue like this
rise and fall to the sun and earth
look what happens with a love like that*
it lights the whole sky*
hello sounds just like goodbye
again
so she shut the door
no man's land between self-revealing intuition and the voices that came with time
the voice quieted as she forgot to listen
searching instead for
more
test 1, 2; 1, 2
flickers now and then hesitated to give rise
as once the past had seen fires burn in her eyes
dropping endless scenes behind the lenses cast upon the moment, and the next stretched out in weeks
and she hates getting all made up for nothing but another group when where's the single's gaze I sought to please
another step to her bedtime routine
slipping in and out of pose with ease wondering when these bones will start to creak
endless body stretching beyond the aging limbs of a life which cannot does not could not end
youth your marvel bathes round me
bells tolling infrequently yet history has been made
and there's the art of living
what rhythm were we born into
where's the metronome
5 - 6 - 7 - 8
9 - 1 - 2 - 3
where's our perfect proofs
proofs of math and music
counting out our destinies
balance kept so steadily
why'd you go an use the past tense
insinuation picked up
war-time sensitivity
radars up in arms
we've got your meaning
we've got your mis-communications, too
when you missed something,
something brewing out of bounds
the blank was filled in
knew what was left unsaid
was right
the time isn't right and waiting --
what a waste
youth's biggest lesson lost on patience
it doesn't take much
for us to realize
it's all meaningless (sublime nothingness)
without the good stories we tell
reality is all that's left to sell, a shell
serve your body, mind, and spirit with the
buy, create, consume, rest, resume, converse, avoiding doom
cycle spin, years on end
then -- love's back again
so sorry it ever left
how long can it last
for the lone rangers -- all of them,
floating winks of private moments, lifetimes in a breath
intersections drawing introspections
let the bodies cross and pass
crash into walls of a 'coulda been doing this all along'
love without an object
reason without a mind
mind is off addressing
everything in its right place
my holy impermanence slipping through the net of your gripping sliding fingertips
continue like this
rise and fall to the sun and earth
look what happens with a love like that*
it lights the whole sky*
hello sounds just like goodbye
Other People Incident 2.5: "Corey Haim's Ghost"
I mean. BLOWN AWAY
these incidents are fantastically ridiculous, executed with a fresh eye, crazy-real mind, take your time to spy, super duper fly!
