•••
"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been 6287 days and 7 hours since my last confession." These are the words I assumed you whispered the night you got your hands filthy. 5840 days ago.
5840 days of such burden would be too excruciating if you hadn't.
And yet, your bloodshot eyes tell me otherwise.
Have you been crying all these nights for the sins you carry between the cracks of your contrite heart? 5840 nights.
So please, come. Take my hand, let's repent.
I'll set the scene:
The priest sits in the center listens from penitents on alternating sides.
Here. Follow me. Take the chair on one side and let your conscience take the other.
This confession requires three acts on the part of the penitent:
Contrition: Let your stone cold soul cry in agony over the blood you've spilled. Let him weep hot tears that burn into your skin in hopes that he can bring back the purity you stole.
Confession: Start from the day you were born, 6287 days and 7 hours back. Let your conscience tell us where it was dropped, trampled upon and left behind. Shhhhh, let him talk now. Let him draw it with excruciating detail. Every feeling. Every act. Every sin.
Penance: An amendment does not exist.
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✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been 6287 days and 7 hours since my last confession." These are the words I assumed you whispered the night you got your hands filthy. 5840 days ago.
5840 days of such burden would be too excruciating if you hadn't.
And yet, your bloodshot eyes tell me otherwise.
Have you been crying all these nights for the sins you carry between the cracks of your contrite heart? 5840 nights.
So please, come. Take my hand, let's repent.
I'll set the scene:
The priest sits in the center listens from penitents on alternating sides.
Here. Follow me. Take the chair on one side and let your conscience take the other.
This confession requires three acts on the part of the penitent:
Contrition: Let your stone cold soul cry in agony over the blood you've spilled. Let him weep hot tears that burn into your skin in hopes that he can bring back the purity you stole.
Confession: Start from the day you were born, 6287 days and 7 hours back. Let your conscience tell us where it was dropped, trampled upon and left behind. Shhhhh, let him talk now. Let him draw it with excruciating detail. Every feeling. Every act. Every sin.
Penance: An amendment does not exist.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••Excerpt from: Poems for my Favourite Homosapien•••
"Why do you love me?"
"
Your love makes me feel like one plus two plus three plus four plus five plus six plus seven plus eight plus nine plus ten. That's why."
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
"Why do you love me?"
"
One: The shade of a tree on a scorching hot day.Two: Sinking into a bath with a sigh.Three: The smell of fresh sheets on your own bed after spending long nights away from home.Four: Falling asleep to the sound of the rain on your roof.Five: Waking up from a nightmare and realizing it was only a dream.Six: The cold side of the pillow.Seven: Waking up before your alarm rings and going back to sleep.Eight: The first ray of sunlight that peers through your window on a Sunday morning after a rainy Saturday night.Nine: The sound of birds chirping outside.Ten: The third sip of coffee on a sleepy morning.Your love makes me feel like one plus two plus three plus four plus five plus six plus seven plus eight plus nine plus ten. That's why."
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
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Orpheus
She saw the pity. The big sad eyes people decided to wave at her whenever she passed by the store. She never understood. Sometimes she would be laughing at a thing Sam said and she would turn around to see a stranger just staring. Is there something on my face? she would think to herself then quickly turn to find her mirror to check if she looked ok.
Sam wasn't perfect. They were pretty happy together though, They were sort of special for each other even if not a lot of people understood their dynamic. In fact there were things she hated about him like how he was insanely temperamental or the way he thinks he is the most logical human in the world when he is just stubborn. Things about him she even despised, but they had an attachment, A love, and they treasured it. After all they were Ruth and Sammy.
She was browsing through the cereal isle to buy him the kind he likes when she was having these flashbacks of their happy memories. She suddenly had tears in her eyes and laughed at her self for being so "school girl like". "You're gonna see him in an hour you fool" she said aloud while another pair of strangers walked by her giving her an odd look. She grabbed the box and made her way to the parking lot to finally drive home.
She was putting the keys in her door when she started calling Sam's name. "Come help me with the groceries babe" She called, frustrated. The moment she entered she saw her sister sitting in the dining table looking rather uncomfortable. Sam was standing right behind her silently staring. "You didn't tell me you were coming", she said clearly startled. "You should have called first" she added.
"Sit down" Her sister was serious. Ruth sat down grabbing her sister's hand in fear. "Is momma okay?" She was panicking. "No, mom is fine, I'm just worried about you" her sister was nervous. Ruth quickly withdrew her hands "What about me? I'm fine. We're fine." Her lungs were failing her . She tried to sound as normal as possible but she couldn't breath properly.
"I am going to tell you this one last time"
It was happening.
"...If you can't handle it..."
No! No! No! Please don't say it.
"Ruthie listen to me..."
“It’s been six months...”
Ruth begins to leave. Sam was still standing behind her sister not knowing what to say.
She practically rushes out of her house to her car and starts driving. Tears were clouding her eyes but she knew where she was headed. She knew her final destination but she needed to make a quick stop. Her favorite flower store. She bought her flowers and kept on driving. Crying and driving. Driving till she reached her destination.
Getting out of the car was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She walked to him and sat down. She cried. She cried as if it was six months ago and she just heard the news. She just heard he left. She cried because she told him to leave that night. That night she told him never to come back. Why? Because they were having some issues? Because she couldn’t stand looking at him for that moment? Because for once in her life she made a lapse of judgement? And he took her seriously and got himself killed. He went out for a drive and he never came back. Instead she heard he was dead. Of course she was delusional. How can she accept this? She looked at his tombstone. His handsome face was there smiling at her.
“I’m sorry”
“Maybe another lifetime” she chocked. She caressed his new flower bed and put the myrtle she brought with her right in the middle. She then stood up and began to leave. She was Orpheus and he was Eurydice.
@Night_Skys
She saw the pity. The big sad eyes people decided to wave at her whenever she passed by the store. She never understood. Sometimes she would be laughing at a thing Sam said and she would turn around to see a stranger just staring. Is there something on my face? she would think to herself then quickly turn to find her mirror to check if she looked ok.
Sam wasn't perfect. They were pretty happy together though, They were sort of special for each other even if not a lot of people understood their dynamic. In fact there were things she hated about him like how he was insanely temperamental or the way he thinks he is the most logical human in the world when he is just stubborn. Things about him she even despised, but they had an attachment, A love, and they treasured it. After all they were Ruth and Sammy.
She was browsing through the cereal isle to buy him the kind he likes when she was having these flashbacks of their happy memories. She suddenly had tears in her eyes and laughed at her self for being so "school girl like". "You're gonna see him in an hour you fool" she said aloud while another pair of strangers walked by her giving her an odd look. She grabbed the box and made her way to the parking lot to finally drive home.
She was putting the keys in her door when she started calling Sam's name. "Come help me with the groceries babe" She called, frustrated. The moment she entered she saw her sister sitting in the dining table looking rather uncomfortable. Sam was standing right behind her silently staring. "You didn't tell me you were coming", she said clearly startled. "You should have called first" she added.
"Sit down" Her sister was serious. Ruth sat down grabbing her sister's hand in fear. "Is momma okay?" She was panicking. "No, mom is fine, I'm just worried about you" her sister was nervous. Ruth quickly withdrew her hands "What about me? I'm fine. We're fine." Her lungs were failing her . She tried to sound as normal as possible but she couldn't breath properly.
"I am going to tell you this one last time"
It was happening.
"...If you can't handle it..."
No! No! No! Please don't say it.
"Ruthie listen to me..."
“It’s been six months...”
Ruth begins to leave. Sam was still standing behind her sister not knowing what to say.
She practically rushes out of her house to her car and starts driving. Tears were clouding her eyes but she knew where she was headed. She knew her final destination but she needed to make a quick stop. Her favorite flower store. She bought her flowers and kept on driving. Crying and driving. Driving till she reached her destination.
Getting out of the car was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She walked to him and sat down. She cried. She cried as if it was six months ago and she just heard the news. She just heard he left. She cried because she told him to leave that night. That night she told him never to come back. Why? Because they were having some issues? Because she couldn’t stand looking at him for that moment? Because for once in her life she made a lapse of judgement? And he took her seriously and got himself killed. He went out for a drive and he never came back. Instead she heard he was dead. Of course she was delusional. How can she accept this? She looked at his tombstone. His handsome face was there smiling at her.
“I’m sorry”
“Maybe another lifetime” she chocked. She caressed his new flower bed and put the myrtle she brought with her right in the middle. She then stood up and began to leave. She was Orpheus and he was Eurydice.
@Night_Skys
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Jump
He asks her "Jump" with the most sincerest smile.
Jump, don't you trust me?
Jump, don't you believe me?
Her, scared, petrified "can't we just go walk on the land?"
walk in the fields
walk on the grass
Him, serious, determined "If you don't jump my love, I'll have to let you go"
I'll have leave you stranded
I'll have move along
for I, can not stay on the fields
can not stay on the grass
can not walk on the land
can not be chained to you for the rest of my life
if you wish for it we can fly -- we can jump
her eyes filled with tears
I wish I could fly
I wish I could jump
but I have no wings, I'll just fall apart
I'll be broken,
broken to so many pieces, that you just can't get me back
Him with a look of despair -- lets go of her hand
he run to the edge of the cliff
and he never looked back.
@Night_Skys
He asks her "Jump" with the most sincerest smile.
Jump, don't you trust me?
Jump, don't you believe me?
Her, scared, petrified "can't we just go walk on the land?"
walk in the fields
walk on the grass
Him, serious, determined "If you don't jump my love, I'll have to let you go"
I'll have leave you stranded
I'll have move along
for I, can not stay on the fields
can not stay on the grass
can not walk on the land
can not be chained to you for the rest of my life
if you wish for it we can fly -- we can jump
her eyes filled with tears
I wish I could fly
I wish I could jump
but I have no wings, I'll just fall apart
I'll be broken,
broken to so many pieces, that you just can't get me back
Him with a look of despair -- lets go of her hand
he run to the edge of the cliff
and he never looked back.
@Night_Skys
•••How have you been sleeping?•••
Do the sheep you count laugh at you
as you drift off to sleep;
or do they sing a lullaby
that brings to you some peace?
Do your feet wander all night
looking for the coldest spot;
or do you fall asleep like you fall in love, into fluffy clouds, through rainbows?
Do you wake up at night
sweating over a nightmare;
or do you drift off to wonderland
tranquil, unaware?
Do you toss and turn all night
like you're on a carousel;
or do you sleep like a baby
tucked in and all is well.
Do you stare at your ceiling
'till there's no more darkness;
or do your eyes flutter open
to the sounds of the birds?
How have you been sleeping?
Honey, tell me true.
The latter, I'm hoping
So I can dream in peace too.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
Do the sheep you count laugh at you
as you drift off to sleep;
or do they sing a lullaby
that brings to you some peace?
Do your feet wander all night
looking for the coldest spot;
or do you fall asleep like you fall in love, into fluffy clouds, through rainbows?
Do you wake up at night
sweating over a nightmare;
or do you drift off to wonderland
tranquil, unaware?
Do you toss and turn all night
like you're on a carousel;
or do you sleep like a baby
tucked in and all is well.
Do you stare at your ceiling
'till there's no more darkness;
or do your eyes flutter open
to the sounds of the birds?
How have you been sleeping?
Honey, tell me true.
The latter, I'm hoping
So I can dream in peace too.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What color is your heart today, why?•••
White on the front and shades of gray on the back
Hopeful is what you see with doubts creeping in from behind.
It's yellow today and ocean blue tomorrow
Happy and light for now just to float in my ocean of sorrow.
It's a mix of all the spectrums in the visible light category
The hamster wheel turns, it reflects my frenzy.
Blue. I’m just there while everything passes by
I find my similarities in the likes of the sky.
Mundane is how I feel and so my heart is gray
It's bland but tranquil so in the silence I stay.
Orange. The red is of my heart and for the gloom that I feel
the yellow is for the joy that I think the day will bring.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
White on the front and shades of gray on the back
Hopeful is what you see with doubts creeping in from behind.
It's yellow today and ocean blue tomorrow
Happy and light for now just to float in my ocean of sorrow.
It's a mix of all the spectrums in the visible light category
The hamster wheel turns, it reflects my frenzy.
Blue. I’m just there while everything passes by
I find my similarities in the likes of the sky.
Mundane is how I feel and so my heart is gray
It's bland but tranquil so in the silence I stay.
Orange. The red is of my heart and for the gloom that I feel
the yellow is for the joy that I think the day will bring.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What lies do you find yourself believing?•••
You wake up everyday and write yourself a poem,
A long line of words, an anthem for your soul;
A satire of sorts in which you're ridiculed,
You stand there with no shield your mind is your sword.
You write yourself a song then a verse and some prose;
Each morning you wake up you make yourself the prompt.
You write about yourself in which nothing is true,
Your name it's a title as if you're your muse.
You dont know who I am, you've never heard of me,
That's why I can't tell you what you should not believe.
I dont know who you are, I've never heard of you,
But I know of a truth I've heard a time or two.
A trickster is the type that carries intellect,
Which he'll use to charm you till you trust what he says.
The trickster is your mind from which you pull your poems,
And in the midst of all you'll believe what he has told.
However keep in mind this tiny fact I know,
Your soul is well endowed in the art of knowing what's true and what's false.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
You wake up everyday and write yourself a poem,
A long line of words, an anthem for your soul;
A satire of sorts in which you're ridiculed,
You stand there with no shield your mind is your sword.
You write yourself a song then a verse and some prose;
Each morning you wake up you make yourself the prompt.
You write about yourself in which nothing is true,
Your name it's a title as if you're your muse.
You dont know who I am, you've never heard of me,
That's why I can't tell you what you should not believe.
I dont know who you are, I've never heard of you,
But I know of a truth I've heard a time or two.
A trickster is the type that carries intellect,
Which he'll use to charm you till you trust what he says.
The trickster is your mind from which you pull your poems,
And in the midst of all you'll believe what he has told.
However keep in mind this tiny fact I know,
Your soul is well endowed in the art of knowing what's true and what's false.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••How can I support help you?•••
8 A.M, Coffee shop.
He sits at his spot
Opens a book and gets lost.
"Good morning, sir.
How can I help you?"
A sweet voice chimes
"The usual"
His book has his eyes.
"Anything else?"
"A cupcake to go, thanks"
"Right away sir,"
The sweet voice is gone
Her heels tap away sounding like a song.
The sweet voice comes back
A smile on her face
"Enjoy!" She says
To a man that's lost
in a book and life's maze.
5 A.M, His Dining table.
He opens the box
Hoping for a treat
as sweet as her voice
he hears on repeat.
Something catches his eye
at the edge of the box
Is that her writing?
His heart is in knots
"I've wanted to be so many things in life
A singer, a pilot, a doctor, a wife.
Blew out candles and crossed some fingers
In hopes that I'll find what my heart desires
But never have I thought in a million years
I'd wish to be the books that you read.
Your eyes trained on me, always by your side
The place you visit when you need to hide.
The comfort you seek every morning
The one you turn to when your heart feels bleak.
However till then I'm gonna stay true
Each morning I ask "how can I help you?"
I dont mean the order you want to place through
How can I help your heart, if only I knew."
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
8 A.M, Coffee shop.
He sits at his spot
Opens a book and gets lost.
"Good morning, sir.
How can I help you?"
A sweet voice chimes
"The usual"
His book has his eyes.
"Anything else?"
"A cupcake to go, thanks"
"Right away sir,"
The sweet voice is gone
Her heels tap away sounding like a song.
The sweet voice comes back
A smile on her face
"Enjoy!" She says
To a man that's lost
in a book and life's maze.
5 A.M, His Dining table.
He opens the box
Hoping for a treat
as sweet as her voice
he hears on repeat.
Something catches his eye
at the edge of the box
Is that her writing?
His heart is in knots
"I've wanted to be so many things in life
A singer, a pilot, a doctor, a wife.
Blew out candles and crossed some fingers
In hopes that I'll find what my heart desires
But never have I thought in a million years
I'd wish to be the books that you read.
Your eyes trained on me, always by your side
The place you visit when you need to hide.
The comfort you seek every morning
The one you turn to when your heart feels bleak.
However till then I'm gonna stay true
Each morning I ask "how can I help you?"
I dont mean the order you want to place through
How can I help your heart, if only I knew."
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What thoughts have been circling in your brain?•••
What thoughts have been circling in your brain?
It's a black blank canvas I won't dare stain.
•••
✍🏼:@That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
What thoughts have been circling in your brain?
It's a black blank canvas I won't dare stain.
•••
✍🏼:@That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What story are you telling yourself today?•••
Once upon a time,
I knew a little boy
Eyes as bright as the sun
A whole bundle of joy.
A smile like pixie dust
It could lift you so high
A voice so damn soothing
It could silence a cry.
He had a heart of gold
And veins he filled with love
With every breath he took
The angels sung above.
A hymn so beautiful
His heartbeat was a song
You couldn't pass him by
without humming along.
A golden boy I knew
One that was so bright
Brought darkness to its knees
Everyday every night
A golden boy I knew
One that was so bright
Has now become a man
And has somehow dimmed his light.
Dear golden boy I knew
The one that shone so bright
Tell yourself this story every day every night:
My eyes are of the sun
My smile of pixie dust
My voice a soothing sound
My heart is made of gold
It beats in sync with hymns
The one the angels sing
I will not dim the light
That shines from deep within.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
Once upon a time,
I knew a little boy
Eyes as bright as the sun
A whole bundle of joy.
A smile like pixie dust
It could lift you so high
A voice so damn soothing
It could silence a cry.
He had a heart of gold
And veins he filled with love
With every breath he took
The angels sung above.
A hymn so beautiful
His heartbeat was a song
You couldn't pass him by
without humming along.
A golden boy I knew
One that was so bright
Brought darkness to its knees
Everyday every night
A golden boy I knew
One that was so bright
Has now become a man
And has somehow dimmed his light.
Dear golden boy I knew
The one that shone so bright
Tell yourself this story every day every night:
My eyes are of the sun
My smile of pixie dust
My voice a soothing sound
My heart is made of gold
It beats in sync with hymns
The one the angels sing
I will not dim the light
That shines from deep within.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What are your top three feelings today?•••
1. Melancholy
I watch her body gyrate
Dressed in black to match her heart
I wish for her to fall apart
But she tramps away on my gyri
Till her presence I can't let by.
And so she goes and she summons
From so far back in my brain
The memories I bury in vain.
I beg for her to leave me be
As she concocts melancholy
She pours it in through my vein
Wretched, wicked, vile again.
2. Hope
Newly baptized in my agony
I watch her halo try to blind me
I watch as she slips in to gravity
I thaw away unbothered by the view I see.
I don't call her name,
I don't look for her,
I don't wake myself from this slumber.
I don't say her name,
I don't call her hope,
I don't look for faith,
As she runs away hoping for a chase.
3. Loneliness
She takes me in, in an embrace
And into me her coldness seeps
Her grip so tight, I can barely breathe
She holds on to me as I scream in grief.
No other soul, just me and her
A sleepless night, a month, a year
Her company is all I have
As I await a beating heart.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
1. Melancholy
I watch her body gyrate
Dressed in black to match her heart
I wish for her to fall apart
But she tramps away on my gyri
Till her presence I can't let by.
And so she goes and she summons
From so far back in my brain
The memories I bury in vain.
I beg for her to leave me be
As she concocts melancholy
She pours it in through my vein
Wretched, wicked, vile again.
2. Hope
Newly baptized in my agony
I watch her halo try to blind me
I watch as she slips in to gravity
I thaw away unbothered by the view I see.
I don't call her name,
I don't look for her,
I don't wake myself from this slumber.
I don't say her name,
I don't call her hope,
I don't look for faith,
As she runs away hoping for a chase.
3. Loneliness
She takes me in, in an embrace
And into me her coldness seeps
Her grip so tight, I can barely breathe
She holds on to me as I scream in grief.
No other soul, just me and her
A sleepless night, a month, a year
Her company is all I have
As I await a beating heart.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••What have you done just for you today?•••
What have you done just for you today?
Woke up and decided to live another day.
It's enough if you stay.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
What have you done just for you today?
Woke up and decided to live another day.
It's enough if you stay.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
And that brings us to the end of these series of poems. Thank you for reading 😊
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My gambling man
My gambling man. Take a hold of me like the dice you’re gonna roll. I want to feel your breath on my neck do it ever so gently as if you’re blowing for good luck. Roll me and close your eyes. Whisper a little prayer you’re going to win tonight. Open your eyes to find me laying there, a perfect 8. Take me hungrily like you would do your winning chips.
Seize your victory
Claim your prize
for I am yours to have.
My gambling man. Caress me so delicately like the cards you hold in your hands. Look at me with your bluffing eyes teasing me ‘til I break. Make me surrender all that I have with just a gaze, a game I can not sustain. Smile your one sided cocky smile, knowing that I have no chance. Lay me down like your winning cards. Show me off with pride while you’re inhaling my perfume as you would your cigar.
Seize your victory
Claim your prize
for I am yours to have.
@Night_Skys
My gambling man. Take a hold of me like the dice you’re gonna roll. I want to feel your breath on my neck do it ever so gently as if you’re blowing for good luck. Roll me and close your eyes. Whisper a little prayer you’re going to win tonight. Open your eyes to find me laying there, a perfect 8. Take me hungrily like you would do your winning chips.
Seize your victory
Claim your prize
for I am yours to have.
My gambling man. Caress me so delicately like the cards you hold in your hands. Look at me with your bluffing eyes teasing me ‘til I break. Make me surrender all that I have with just a gaze, a game I can not sustain. Smile your one sided cocky smile, knowing that I have no chance. Lay me down like your winning cards. Show me off with pride while you’re inhaling my perfume as you would your cigar.
Seize your victory
Claim your prize
for I am yours to have.
@Night_Skys
•••
I've crawled here from netherworld
Knees and palms drenched in blood
Broken bones and a shattered heart
For all my sins I've been burnt
Chained, beaten, skinned and cursed.
Now I'm finally at your feet
Laying here with all the others
A gun in hand to blow their heads in
Their blood to absolve you of your sins.
Now I'm punished and you're exempt
We can drag our limp bodies
Over to Eden's gate.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
I've crawled here from netherworld
Knees and palms drenched in blood
Broken bones and a shattered heart
For all my sins I've been burnt
Chained, beaten, skinned and cursed.
Now I'm finally at your feet
Laying here with all the others
A gun in hand to blow their heads in
Their blood to absolve you of your sins.
Now I'm punished and you're exempt
We can drag our limp bodies
Over to Eden's gate.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••
WAIT
WAIT
You're sprinting
You need to walk
Come join our slow town
Here's where dreams come to die
We munch on brains for a living
We make zombies think they're thriving
Come join our slow town
We preach freedom with wretched looks as your bridle
We'll have luxurious stables as your cradle
The doors lock from outside; top tier safety
You'll have enough space to peek your head out
Look at the outside world; marvel at her beauty
Come join our slow town
And start existing
A few more years here and you'll call that living
Come join our slow town
Be alive but dont you dare live
Sigh but dont you dare breathe
If it makes you feel alive
Then you might need to leave
Come join our slow town
We have a manual
A map
Living for dummies
Staying alive 101
You'll never get lost
Come join our slow town
We rise and set with the sun
Come join our slow town
We're the best your life has to offer.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
WAIT
WAIT
You're sprinting
You need to walk
Come join our slow town
Here's where dreams come to die
We munch on brains for a living
We make zombies think they're thriving
Come join our slow town
We preach freedom with wretched looks as your bridle
We'll have luxurious stables as your cradle
The doors lock from outside; top tier safety
You'll have enough space to peek your head out
Look at the outside world; marvel at her beauty
Come join our slow town
And start existing
A few more years here and you'll call that living
Come join our slow town
Be alive but dont you dare live
Sigh but dont you dare breathe
If it makes you feel alive
Then you might need to leave
Come join our slow town
We have a manual
A map
Living for dummies
Staying alive 101
You'll never get lost
Come join our slow town
We rise and set with the sun
Come join our slow town
We're the best your life has to offer.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
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Cigarettes
I want to be one of your cigarettes'
the only thing you look for in your mornings
Right before your morning coffee
Right before your morning meal
take me out from the comfort of my pack
Make me come alive take me to the light
Swirl me around teasing me senseless
oh how i love the dance with your fingers
Take in my scent, let me fill your veins
before taking me in between your lips
light me up
breath me in
breath me out
make me your relief
for the perfect place to die
is in your hands
in your lips
in your lungs
and finally, resting peacefully under your feet.
I want to be one of your cigarettes'
the only thing you look for in your mornings
Right before your morning coffee
Right before your morning meal
take me out from the comfort of my pack
Make me come alive take me to the light
Swirl me around teasing me senseless
oh how i love the dance with your fingers
Take in my scent, let me fill your veins
before taking me in between your lips
light me up
breath me in
breath me out
make me your relief
for the perfect place to die
is in your hands
in your lips
in your lungs
and finally, resting peacefully under your feet.
•••
Let's sit under the moon and you can tell me how sad it is to float, to breathe and to perish.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
Let's sit under the moon and you can tell me how sad it is to float, to breathe and to perish.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
•••Some Morphine for your Head•••
Imagine a letter in your hands
This letter is your solace
It's an antonym to your worries
A cure for your thoughts
Some valor to your fears
A comfort to your sorrows.
Now open the letter
And see a light peek through
Let it light up the darkness you carry within you
Let the bends and the curves of each letter that's etched
Kill your pain, dry your tears and bring calm to your head.
With every word you read
Your pain will dissipate
Your cries will quiet down
Your grief will come to fade.
Read the words
That I wrote for you a while ago
It's your heart's desire, what you seek, all you know.
The clarity you search
The pain you want to kill
The mayhem you're in will come to rest right here.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni
Imagine a letter in your hands
This letter is your solace
It's an antonym to your worries
A cure for your thoughts
Some valor to your fears
A comfort to your sorrows.
Now open the letter
And see a light peek through
Let it light up the darkness you carry within you
Let the bends and the curves of each letter that's etched
Kill your pain, dry your tears and bring calm to your head.
With every word you read
Your pain will dissipate
Your cries will quiet down
Your grief will come to fade.
Read the words
That I wrote for you a while ago
It's your heart's desire, what you seek, all you know.
The clarity you search
The pain you want to kill
The mayhem you're in will come to rest right here.
•••
✍🏼: @That1spagettiinabowlofmacaroni