Little fly, most would neglect,
Only bigger than a breadbox deserves our respect.
We’re a broken, hurt and flawed world,
But I’ve learned to disconnect.
I picture the mind like a bottle and stopper sometimes. When it's contents are filled to capacity and the skull feels like a shook-up soda bottle, I choose to remove the stopper and let thoughts pour out onto paper.
Little fly, most would neglect,
Only bigger than a breadbox deserves our respect.
We’re a broken, hurt and flawed world,
But I’ve learned to disconnect.
“A foregone conclusion, penned in cobwebs.
There is one solitary space for this decomposing love to inhabit.”
“Before I could even bat an eyelash, five hours of sleep,
three hours of activity went flying down the drain
Like a bluelight blackout.
So let me tell it straight with my bird-flipping finger
cocked on the Uninstall button,
Mobile game developers can go to hell.”
I wanted a big funeral.
I wanted to be remembered by thousands.
I wanted a full plate of many talents.
I have done well to make that so,
Becoming something with the breadth of an ocean
With the depth of a river creek.
It’s not what I bargained two decades for.
“Mary hadn’t thought of what feelings looked like, and certainly never thought of how they connected. Even when rambling, the consultant was enthralling to her.”
I stand in front of a blocked up Broad street, Turned into a high-decibel, 30,000 Pound stage for music and … More
I do not feel disgust looking at this,
“I stare only with blank eyes.
I need to consult this with the film over my corneas.”