Category Archives: Black
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
Quinn
The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough
She wrote me a love note
Black coffee acoustic White trash beautiful Words tumble from your mouth Like ransom notes that litter the streets Too twisted to ever think straight It’s a shame I’m just a dream
She wrote me a love note
Black coffee acoustic White trash beautiful Words tumble from your mouth Like ransom notes that litter the streets Too twisted to ever think straight It’s a shame I’m just a dream
Dark side of heaven
I am like a blind man Describing the world Its beauty, and its darkness The turbid life, under calm waters From behind closed eyes My colors are the colors of a painter Swirling all together But my blacks, are those
Dark side of heaven
I am like a blind man Describing the world Its beauty, and its darkness The turbid life, under calm waters From behind closed eyes My colors are the colors of a painter Swirling all together But my blacks, are those
Day and night
What if the stars were perforations Holes in the night sky And the moon is a portal One which you reach through Place your hands inside and pull apart Tearing the night sky to shreds Letting out the light To
Day and night
What if the stars were perforations Holes in the night sky And the moon is a portal One which you reach through Place your hands inside and pull apart Tearing the night sky to shreds Letting out the light To
Alive
You need real dark to see stars. A darkness so violent that you can’t see the various shades. Like when you’re coloring in black, and you get these little white spaces that the marker missed. God was in a hurry
Alive
You need real dark to see stars. A darkness so violent that you can’t see the various shades. Like when you’re coloring in black, and you get these little white spaces that the marker missed. God was in a hurry
LITTLE TALKS 