So here this begins
Why I don't currently know
Perhaps I'll find out
Violin player.
Sentimental brick-layer.
Pin drop soothsayer
I cut down the trees
I got splinters in my hands
This house is a home
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Hey! How you doing?
Not too bad! Not doing much
Ugh that's such a mood
I spent my weekend
Making spreadsheets all day long
So I could live well
Take my faith from me
Until I understand it
I, the wingless bird
"It's really something"
Said the old man, now humbled,
"It's really something"
Balaclava on.
Hits the bank to get his payment.
Kissed his kids goodbye.
I see trees of gold
Red roses are yet to bloom
The wonder awaits
I hung up my coat,
Took off these cumbersome shoes
And then ran outside
Kindle, rekindle
Tired flames make their way all day
Toward the window
Postal services
Deliver me from anguish
Send me straight back home
Jaw clenched, tongue lifted.
Determined not to show it.
I break down crying.
Draw back the curtains
Sudden sunlight drenches us
We lie in silence
Bishop to A4.
Queen takes bishop, pawn takes queen.
Supreme victory.
A happy New Year
Melancholy memories
I pull at fate's strings
The money you have spent
Is just an implication
Of money you've not
The ghosts of people
I have moderately hurt
Grow stronger each day
Sometimes you're inspired
Sometimes others inspire you
But please stay inspired
Turn this upside down
Depending on where you are
You now look silly
I know you heard it.
That word that triggers just us.
The body speaks loud.
Nostalgia cuts deep
I travel through time and space
Unable to change
An apparition
A stark reminder of it
An intense daydream
It's almost magic
The kind of people we are
When we are well loved
I don't want people
To be people around me
I want a fiction
Build an atrium
Write a speech and stick to it
Rewrite history
Pavements are cracking
My party has no backing
Our funds are lacking
Traced my lineage
Persecutors, the oppressed
Searching for shelter
Makoto Shinkai
Creates worlds full of people
Looking for something
Funny how time slips
Through cracks, distance and concern
For how it is spent
Nostalgia cuts deep
I travel through time and space
Unable to change
When all's said and done
Only one good thing remains
That tingly feeling
Irresistible!
Pseudo-lackadaisical!
Astronomical!
I'm unrequited
I'm tireless in my searches
I refuse to rest
Our immunity
A multitude of heartbreaks
This community
Sprinkle this powder
On a thing you wish to own
Watch it apparate
Discharged home from work,
Giddy with all the options
I'll stare at the sky