dead man -- hawk on a leash

dead man · 04-22-2018, 02:32 PM

i sat forever wondering on who you became
tried to find a suitable frame - iron wrought, water-stained -
for our kodak collection. hopeless, desperate. our sofa was sectional
count the days. nobody left but ourselves to carry the decimal
you craved marriage, i buried your dreams
i realize now my sabotage was very intentional
walk in, drop your purse, stare at me resentfully, as i
tear my intestines merrily with various chemicals, welcome home
bon voyage, please tell Stephanie hi
told you close the door behind you, never goodbye
told myself it's fine forever, restful reclined
called myself a moving van and rented a place
where i currently pace, currently hate, currently rhyme
currently drink myself into a perfect denial
what a shame. but that's okay. it was destined to die
the grass is always greener when cemented in lies
cemetery boulevard i planned a retreat
for when it gets warm enough to pack up and leave
if i stay here forever, i'll be silent and sad
trying my hand at perpetrating nightly romances
but it's old, i find it tiresome, the daily pursuit
all i want is comfort. that's what led me to you
let me - no, don't let me - i've been doing it wrong
questing content for another personal songbird
she thinks she wants me, honestly it's somewhat absurd
loving me is something that she doesn't deserve
i need a change. i really need to open a chapter
as lonely as it has to be i've got to adapt.
these are diaries and eulogies and history made
looking back i've poured myself into this for ages
paper pages, digit faded, timeline terabyte sacred
i was so unfulfilled with the life we created
under pressure, unimpressed, underwhelmed, understated
i'd rather live in flux than drown inside of your stasis.
not even sure if anybody reads these or not
it's a feeling of community like burial plots, for
my negligence, neurosis, all the secrets we kept
cease and descent. i grew older on the day that i left.
hurt makes a human. that's my only belief
i've probably got enough to make an army of creatures
walking the streets, coughing, bleeding, hawks on a leash
waiting for their moment to fly. rest in peace.

dead man

04-22-2018, 02:32 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 -- hawk on a leash i sat forever wondering on who you became tried to find a suitable frame - iron wrought, water-stained - for our kodak collection. hopeless, desperate. our sofa was sectional count the days. nobody left but ourselves to carry the decimal you craved marriage, i buried your dreams i realize now my sabotage was very intentional walk in, drop your purse, stare at me resentfully, as i tear my intestines merrily with various chemicals, welcome home bon voyage, please tell Stephanie hi told you close the door behind you, never goodbye told myself it's fine forever, restful reclined called myself a moving van and rented a place where i currently pace, currently hate, currently rhyme currently drink myself into a perfect denial what a shame. but that's okay. it was destined to die the grass is always greener when cemented in lies cemetery boulevard i planned a retreat for when it gets warm enough to pack up and leave if i stay here forever, i'll be silent and sad trying my hand at perpetrating nightly romances but it's old, i find it tiresome, the daily pursuit all i want is comfort. that's what led me to you let me - no, don't let me - i've been doing it wrong questing content for another personal songbird she thinks she wants me, honestly it's somewhat absurd loving me is something that she doesn't deserve i need a change. i really need to open a chapter as lonely as it has to be i've got to adapt. these are diaries and eulogies and history made looking back i've poured myself into this for ages paper pages, digit faded, timeline terabyte sacred i was so unfulfilled with the life we created under pressure, unimpressed, underwhelmed, understated i'd rather live in flux than drown inside of your stasis. not even sure if anybody reads these or not it's a feeling of community like burial plots, for my negligence, neurosis, all the secrets we kept cease and descent. i grew older on the day that i left. hurt makes a human. that's my only belief i've probably got enough to make an army of creatures walking the streets, coughing, bleeding, hawks on a leash waiting for their moment to fly. rest in peace. dead man __________________ Zack Wicks for president Last edited by dead man; 04-22-2018 at 09:52 PM.