deadman - harbor bells

dead man · 12-21-2017, 12:07 AM

it's

where i traveled alone. sandy remote. skyfall engross
King castellan. Ace of spades my bicycle spoke
shoreline Sucralose. syrup saucy barbecue smoke
grassy knoll and honeycomb and strawberry grove
draw me a poem. speak in symbols. trigger neuroses
her liver cirrhoses. my escape was harbors and boats,
harbored emotions. peacefulness was salt in the breeze
reading novels talking to trees, thoughtful reprieve
devil grass and dandelions up to my knees
crossed legged barefoot smoking as i roll up my jeans
oasis - no. it's stasis. autonomic. a dream
paralyzing, pristine. promise me forever, it screams
promise me you'll stay with me. my yellows and greens
watercolor waterfalls collages the creek
Crayola crevasse. stones and rocks. oily and dry
grab a palmful of soil and let it slide
through my fingers earthen damp rejuvenation, alive
mudpool fertilize. croaking chirping blink kaleidoscope eyes.
this is sanctuary, sanctimony safety and soul
when envisioning home, i'm right here skipping a stone
resonation light refract across the surface and break
the symmetry when rippling effectual lake
20 minutes to ride here and a moment to sink
into everything and everywhere. a moment to think
is all we ever need, i find myself at a pass
stuck between regressing and maturing too fast
sunken marshland, leaves of grass, paperback spines
bending over backwards now to let me recline
i'd give anything and everything to let me rewind
sit once more beside the lake and stare at the sky
smoke and pray and recollect and wander and cry
head in my hands. stone and sand. this treasure of mine
stands beneath apartments boasting beautiful views
and it's true
but you can't replicate the feeling of youth.

deadman

12-21-2017, 12:07 AM	#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	deadman - harbor bells it's where i traveled alone. sandy remote. skyfall engross King castellan. Ace of spades my bicycle spoke shoreline Sucralose. syrup saucy barbecue smoke grassy knoll and honeycomb and strawberry grove draw me a poem. speak in symbols. trigger neuroses her liver cirrhoses. my escape was harbors and boats, harbored emotions. peacefulness was salt in the breeze reading novels talking to trees, thoughtful reprieve devil grass and dandelions up to my knees crossed legged barefoot smoking as i roll up my jeans oasis - no. it's stasis. autonomic. a dream paralyzing, pristine. promise me forever, it screams promise me you'll stay with me. my yellows and greens watercolor waterfalls collages the creek Crayola crevasse. stones and rocks. oily and dry grab a palmful of soil and let it slide through my fingers earthen damp rejuvenation, alive mudpool fertilize. croaking chirping blink kaleidoscope eyes. this is sanctuary, sanctimony safety and soul when envisioning home, i'm right here skipping a stone resonation light refract across the surface and break the symmetry when rippling effectual lake 20 minutes to ride here and a moment to sink into everything and everywhere. a moment to think is all we ever need, i find myself at a pass stuck between regressing and maturing too fast sunken marshland, leaves of grass, paperback spines bending over backwards now to let me recline i'd give anything and everything to let me rewind sit once more beside the lake and stare at the sky smoke and pray and recollect and wander and cry head in my hands. stone and sand. this treasure of mine stands beneath apartments boasting beautiful views and it's true but you can't replicate the feeling of youth. deadman __________________ Zack Wicks for president