Posts Tagged: Rain
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Taphophile
There’s something beautiful about cemeteries. The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face. The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world. Words
Placebo (part 2)
Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder. I assess the rain. A city like this is fit for strangers. Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles. I feel seasick. I wonder if there
Placebo (part 2)
Standing outside, she rests her head against my shoulder. I assess the rain. A city like this is fit for strangers. Looking down, I see an anchor reflected in the lights and puddles. I feel seasick. I wonder if there
The end of the world
I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the
The end of the world
I should have kissed you Right then and there I should have pulled you back As we ran through the rain I should have pulled you back Paused Stepped towards you and kissed you Right then and there In the
The Flying Scotsman
At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow It feels like cold glass And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow I can hear the sound of a train The click of
Nero
It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the
Nero
It’s your favorite cafe. Chairs, couches, and tables are set around one big room. A high ceiling is surrounded by windows on two sides, and by concrete on the other two sides. It’s rectangular, which gives an illusion that the
Pimps and pinups
I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with
Pimps and pinups
I want you to feel me nestled inside you Where your heart once was As I give you life, then take it away You part your lips, to protest But I press my lips to yours And you struggle with
They made a statue of us
I hold this image of a man Standing solemnly on a gloomy day Perched in a field of concrete, marked by patches of grass Fierce winds gust, yet his thoughts do not sway As his eyes glaze over, and images
They made a statue of us
I hold this image of a man Standing solemnly on a gloomy day Perched in a field of concrete, marked by patches of grass Fierce winds gust, yet his thoughts do not sway As his eyes glaze over, and images
LITTLE TALKS 