Sitting here with you
Sitting here with you, while the city below us burns and turns to ashes. I would not trade it for the world. The sky will send its best soldiers for the mission, we can hold hands and look on in silence.
Never really been a man of words, shots caught up to me left and right and I never could be fast enough to avoid them. This blockade of letters is mere overcompensation. See, did it again.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t hold its head under until its heart stop beating and its body floats away into the sunset.
I’ve been showing up to places without my make-up bag. Leaving my scent lab at home. It’s time to reconstruct my Frankenstein’s bride.
A few brush strokes upon that blank canvas and all slights are forgiven. Have mercy on my advantage-taking tendencies, you’re making it harder for me to not give into them.
أن تصل متأخراً، خير من أن تبتلعك ديدان الأرض ظنّاً منها أنك جثة، وأنت واقفٌ في مكانك تتفرج على السلاحف وهي تعوث في الأرض فساداً.
You think I always get what I want, but that’s the part I choose to show you. Which also means that’s what I want you to think, do you see how it works?
Spinner planet On or off? Parked down here Quickly choose, too late you get shoved off spaghettification, consequence of hesitation Food for space worms now, a sad end to the story
If I had a nickel for every time I dropped my car keys in the trash I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.
Almost nothing Almost means nothing. Made with almost nothing. Created by almost nothing. And displayed on almost nothing.
You’re the only reason I stayed on that island. Deathless, distant star of giant origins. You couldn’t fend for yourself, you were not prone to know how to hunt nor gather. You needed me there, tell me it wasn’t all for nothing, show me they my reckless self-serving sacrifices were worthwhile.
Laugh at my humble methods and attempts at self-expression. I dare you, I double dare you, I six and seventy times dare you. That’s what I thought.
Allegations That’s all they are What about my love letters? You think I’d show you anything that personal?
Not a red flag, I told you a million times. What about garnets and rubies? That’s something else entirely. Stop that, what are you painting? The whole array of red rainbow’s light spheric ultra secret spectrum? You forgot this shade. This? Oh, just a water gun. Look there, a sparrow. BANG.
Video game character Controlled by an outsider’s narrative Reach out for the door and make your escape
Rebellion Me and a few others Their fathers and mothers Taking back what’s ours and more
Truce I called before for It was then, so called for Now, you’re dying and therefore
Weight I gained from Dropping hot flames on The perpetrators down below
Back Look there Down them stairs Upwards to the sky strings
Control Take it back Climb and reach out Cut the puppeteer’s head off
Phase Master of your fate Got a handful of them plates Throw them out and break them open
Form of payment Photos of the nephew Come to me with no updates Blocked and on the blacklist until further notice
Painted with all the colors of the rainbow, yes, even written about. Muse of a thousand artists, and the object of none of the artworks. Sung out and played with violins and Ouds and pianos. Followed to the ends of the earth on planes and ships and submarines. All of that and more, but never once captured. Freedom’s wings unclipped.
Calls of realism Echoes from the void Coming back distorted, jolted Un-disjointed, spat and gutted out
I was reading “Man’s Search for Meaning” at work once. My coworker takes a glance at the cover and says: “WHAT ARE YOU READING? MAN SEARCHING FOR WOMAN?”. I may as well have been reading that I suppose, but I had to defend my honor back then to deny the unjustified wrong interpretation of my character’s carefully crafted outward persona.
You make me feel so inadequate, when you look into my eyes. Your slightest tone change is an intricate part of my daymares.
You don’t love me, who said I need you to? You’re withholding a raindrop from the ocean.
Strive to learn more and more languages and ways to insult men with.
Got out from the other side of the tunnel, only to face myself and the endless desert. When I yell out, only the wolves howl back. Keep your salvation, I’m going back in for my pack.
صباح الخير والأنوار صباح الشمس والأنهار نهار الليل والأسفار سراب القمح والأسرار
I wanted to say something before I swallowed my words and erased my letters Someone said it’s all been said before In a million ways In the distant rays So I withdrew Gun down Man down
Mask carrier Dream merrier
Me walking out of hell Psychiatric unit hospital, prison cell Where are they? My stones and jewels?
Psych ward’s barbie doll Hot pink pants and hot red hair Cry on the floor and curse at the door Voice is null, steps are scarce, skin is fair
Waiting In the waiting room That’s what they said I should do
Pacing In the corridor That’s what they said I shouldn’t do
The CPR image was literal And it was my own father, I failed to revive Such a funny anecdote, no? It’s not, seeing it live
The blood soaked gown was literal And it was my own blood, I failed to survive Such a funny anecdote, no? It’s not, seeing it live
Where’d he go? Left you lonely so? Driving companion, he Hospital gown battalion, we
Green sun Oldest son
Walking around with a notebook Noting down bull’s diss tracks, hips Horse’s shit stacks, watch your steps And eyes, off me and my diamonds, slips*