Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
Sadness dropped like a blanket
soft
comforting
warm
Those who have never been depressed can never understand this safety.
The streets outside my windows are black
wet
shiny
like leather
cracked and textured
so cold and hard looking
and yet soft to those who are willing to break it in.
I watch a bum and his salvation he took It too his head and burst into great racking sobs as the last drop passed his lips. His way out just didn’t seem to make sense but at least he has something to look forward to.
Sleep is hours off.
I press the power button on my ps2, all black and hard.
it’s blue light winks at me
swirling colors on the tv, pulsating sounds, deep bass.
I wish there was more thunder here.
It’s the witching hour again
to the window I drift.
The churches clock tower pale
beige and red jutting towards a now clear sky. There no moon and no witches
again I’m disappointed.
Music now, dark and pulsing.
The glowing screen of a computer flickers to life.
Words fly by.
An endless sea of information.
Once free but now choked with ads, credit card offers, and get rich schemes that could only fool those who wouldn’t even know how to turn the dammn thing on.
At least the porn site keep it real.
False smiles
gaping holes
promises a keyboard, mouse and single hand will never truly fill.
Oh look I think I remember that girl from high school.
Water hot and endless blasts from a large chrome head.
Yellow tub
glass doors
etched swans
an odd room.
Glircyien soap lightly scented of strawberries, lather
rinse
repeat.
Summers so far off.
Blue sheets
piled blankets, a mountain of pillows. I grab the closest book, words again, flying pages.
Dark now cold and strange,
snores from bellow,
the lucky bastrd
Red glowing numbers
fade
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Spacing still not quite right. I'll be happy with it one day
soft
comforting
warm
Those who have never been depressed can never understand this safety.
The streets outside my windows are black
wet
shiny
like leather
cracked and textured
so cold and hard looking
and yet soft to those who are willing to break it in.
I watch a bum and his salvation he took It too his head and burst into great racking sobs as the last drop passed his lips. His way out just didn’t seem to make sense but at least he has something to look forward to.
Sleep is hours off.
I press the power button on my ps2, all black and hard.
it’s blue light winks at me
swirling colors on the tv, pulsating sounds, deep bass.
I wish there was more thunder here.
It’s the witching hour again
to the window I drift.
The churches clock tower pale
beige and red jutting towards a now clear sky. There no moon and no witches
again I’m disappointed.
Music now, dark and pulsing.
The glowing screen of a computer flickers to life.
Words fly by.
An endless sea of information.
Once free but now choked with ads, credit card offers, and get rich schemes that could only fool those who wouldn’t even know how to turn the dammn thing on.
At least the porn site keep it real.
False smiles
gaping holes
promises a keyboard, mouse and single hand will never truly fill.
Oh look I think I remember that girl from high school.
Water hot and endless blasts from a large chrome head.
Yellow tub
glass doors
etched swans
an odd room.
Glircyien soap lightly scented of strawberries, lather
rinse
repeat.
Summers so far off.
Blue sheets
piled blankets, a mountain of pillows. I grab the closest book, words again, flying pages.
Dark now cold and strange,
snores from bellow,
the lucky bastrd
Red glowing numbers
fade
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Spacing still not quite right. I'll be happy with it one day
