dead man -- fly on the wall.

dead man · 06-20-2016, 11:03 PM

i can

actually taste it.
whiskey wedding night, tobacco engagement
symptomatic, i label it to practice restraint
lift me past it, i'm passive and aggressive the same
traumatized to see you leave but grow depressed when you stay.
it destroys me to build. a trove of treasure, a cave
who wonders why it's wanderers adventure in vain
misremembering names. zeitgeist a sign of the aegis
pulling gears into makeshift. this sapphire diamond harangue
inhaling oxygen, anxious. stay at home, go away
misses May, you're a beauty in your own special way
but you're only a phase. a turn of delicate language
to perfect this decay. corpse corridor to window-glass stains
common conception. our composted composition combined
with compassionate camaraderie we've rationalized
monocle shine. opalescent magnum oculus prime
robotnik sonic system saga genesis, dive
genetic Sega samurai. syntax sensationalized
now hang me out to dry. you can't wring out what's inside
ringing out into silence. i can't hear when you cry
tearing out my arteries one tear at a time
it's all for the better. springtime orchestra. we watched it together
laid a blanket on the grass and felt the fall of forever
sunflower cinderella. simple and sensual. stellar
how we walk together wordlessly but talk to remember.
upmost reflectional dwelling on the past to preserve it
through psychobabble and bourbon. branching out to battle inertia
scratching cursive in the stylings of a secretive person
it takes a lifetime to burrow but a step to resurface.
organic occurrences. inspiration accidentally on purpose
like Daniel Day Lewis when he's late to rehearsal
make me nervous. salt and cigarettes and coffee at night
my family dressed in black although my coffin was white
car-lighter carbon delight. tar heel marlboro light
lakeshore i walked for hours down to 79th
sidewalk, silent solitude. footsteps echo the street
contentment is the only goal i've yet to complete
lady leech, cheri petite. if we happen to meet
know that you will never measure up to any of these
sad romantic beliefs i've preconceived. you are She
who knows me well enough to love but never to read
c'est la vie, mon ami. we're a droplet of rain
spiraling eachother towards a watery grave
metropolitan slave. shoe polish, saint laurent, CTA
homicide and happy meals. it's all on display
just the same. my friend sat me down and told me tonight
he'd scribbled down a note to us one saturday night
saying sorry for the mess. put his cigarette out
put a dent in his svedka. put a gun in his mouth
sat and waited it out. cried, collapsed in his chair
i asked why he didn't call. he said i wouldn't have cared.
sometimes i overshare. worry, joy and despair
is all the same from a distance if you're comfortable there
let me stare. don't mind me at all. that fly on the wall
is only passing time until it's time to withdraw

deadman

06-20-2016, 11:03 PM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	dead man -- fly on the wall. i can actually taste it. whiskey wedding night, tobacco engagement symptomatic, i label it to practice restraint lift me past it, i'm passive and aggressive the same traumatized to see you leave but grow depressed when you stay. it destroys me to build. a trove of treasure, a cave who wonders why it's wanderers adventure in vain misremembering names. zeitgeist a sign of the aegis pulling gears into makeshift. this sapphire diamond harangue inhaling oxygen, anxious. stay at home, go away misses May, you're a beauty in your own special way but you're only a phase. a turn of delicate language to perfect this decay. corpse corridor to window-glass stains common conception. our composted composition combined with compassionate camaraderie we've rationalized monocle shine. opalescent magnum oculus prime robotnik sonic system saga genesis, dive genetic Sega samurai. syntax sensationalized now hang me out to dry. you can't wring out what's inside ringing out into silence. i can't hear when you cry tearing out my arteries one tear at a time it's all for the better. springtime orchestra. we watched it together laid a blanket on the grass and felt the fall of forever sunflower cinderella. simple and sensual. stellar how we walk together wordlessly but talk to remember. upmost reflectional dwelling on the past to preserve it through psychobabble and bourbon. branching out to battle inertia scratching cursive in the stylings of a secretive person it takes a lifetime to burrow but a step to resurface. organic occurrences. inspiration accidentally on purpose like Daniel Day Lewis when he's late to rehearsal make me nervous. salt and cigarettes and coffee at night my family dressed in black although my coffin was white car-lighter carbon delight. tar heel marlboro light lakeshore i walked for hours down to 79th sidewalk, silent solitude. footsteps echo the street contentment is the only goal i've yet to complete lady leech, cheri petite. if we happen to meet know that you will never measure up to any of these sad romantic beliefs i've preconceived. you are She who knows me well enough to love but never to read c'est la vie, mon ami. we're a droplet of rain spiraling eachother towards a watery grave metropolitan slave. shoe polish, saint laurent, CTA homicide and happy meals. it's all on display just the same. my friend sat me down and told me tonight he'd scribbled down a note to us one saturday night saying sorry for the mess. put his cigarette out put a dent in his svedka. put a gun in his mouth sat and waited it out. cried, collapsed in his chair i asked why he didn't call. he said i wouldn't have cared. sometimes i overshare. worry, joy and despair is all the same from a distance if you're comfortable there let me stare. don't mind me at all. that fly on the wall is only passing time until it's time to withdraw deadman __________________ Zack Wicks for president