Orlando, FL
Im Out Here Till Tomorrow Night. Wild Out?
I guess…
…I’ll start looking at this shit again.
(Source: endlesssbummer)
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The blend of warmer breath swirled up -
lost and faded. Our stars had shone, tonight.
Your surgeon stare stole my nervous hands,
and shoved them straight against my side.
Pink cheeks and freckled shoulders hid
in down and cotton comfort. A fire cracked
around you, a firecracker within me had ignited
and a spark dragged the floor of my thoughts.
An orange glow bounced around a sterile room
and blue eyes followed suit. Your first trip inside
was as unpleasant as mine. Soft words uttered
meant nothing. Crime had not an impact on
the weary lungs from which an arid breath expelled.
I had stolen, today. You have, too.
Stacked skin walls built a machine of infection
and compromise. Intention was innocence in teenage
perspective. Everything was black and white,
but with age comes the gray.
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Humidity draped itself over a dampened skyline,
towers hid their faces in the clouds.
A wind had pushed the sun into its grave
and dim was the day of sky’s diagnosis.
Blue vapor wrapped around a lamp post
in hopes that it could somehow be tied down.
Yellow cotton hadn’t held the vapor inside
and ash decorated my thighs, for a moment.
A blustery gust of stagnant air offended from the east,
where ships had docked and burned and sunk.
A lightning bolt flashed behind a curtain
and still managed a booming ovation.
Dramatic Reading Of A Break-Up Letter
(Source: adrians, via aimthelame-deactivated20111027)
Empty
A bottle breaks a surface;
gobbles all it can,
to sink down to into sand and stone:
The floor where it began.
With label torn and soggy
and tinted brownish glass
this vessel of the empty
lies together in the grass.
A tugging current wakes it
and urges it two swim.
The crater left imprinted-
erased and but a whim.
Above the swimming neck of glass
an empty hand falls down
beside the hip of adolescence
who’s soul has just been drowned.
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Ace Enders in Orlando.
