There was a woman forlorn
Who secretly filled them with scorn
She crept in the cracks
And withered their backs
And made them feel ancient and worn.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
3/1/2016
Monday, February 22, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Too many days to count
He hurt her bad, oh yeah he hurt her good
Didn't treat her the way he knew he should.
The city burns while love burns alight
And she doesn't know whether she should take flight.
Didn't treat her the way he knew he should.
The city burns while love burns alight
And she doesn't know whether she should take flight.
Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
It sits unfinished and fears linger
That he could never quench the aging singer.
His heart ablaze with frenzied fire
Echoing, screaming with desire.
That he could never quench the aging singer.
His heart ablaze with frenzied fire
Echoing, screaming with desire.
Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
2/12/2016
Long week ends in style
Endless joy starts with endings
Start the bells anew.
Labels:
365,
365 project,
poem,
poetry
Location:
Astoria, Queens
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
2/10/2016
I stare into those eyes that shan't return
a gaze or glance to blanch and to discern.
He plays it casual waiting for the sign,
and waits with tapping foot and heart benign.
Like a bubble popped inside a body
and thoughts flood back to souls he can't embody.
a gaze or glance to blanch and to discern.
He plays it casual waiting for the sign,
and waits with tapping foot and heart benign.
Like a bubble popped inside a body
and thoughts flood back to souls he can't embody.
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