there's a point that i'm reaching metal-stained depression that questions my poise Soy Sauce and Som Tam alleviate my diseases Witherspoon street, right off of Des Moines i'm better off. leave me- said in telekinesis park my car in dimmed city streets seemed so adroit as a meditative escape- to break free and avoid the culture clinic. social sipping soak my inner peaces i'm always 5 seconds away from decadent noise a dollop of pain, cured by laying in bed just to waste better today. better today. i'm better today my hearts national anthem never displayed harlequinade. awkward delay, fault and dismay darkness, decay, harvesting pain. hop on the train there's a billion souls unlike me not trying to rot how am i supposed to decide to just stop? contractual silence. contrast, brightness and sharpness liability issue. my investors predict a crash in my stock there's no return in peace if i happen to drop you speak a dialect that only i could embark i'm a poacher with a penchant for a lioness heart i need sunlight and you seem to smile a lot you give me culture when art forms die on the spot super setting. filter mode, neutral touches interwoven two excedrins in my throat, you can barely sense the hope ibuprofens. miss you poems. i miss you
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