Poem Written At 2 Am Last Night With A Janky Ass Rhythm

poem written at 2 am last night with a janky ass rhythm

flowers

the sun burns my skin, for once i let it in

moderation can heal the bonds between kin

my eyes, used to dark, retract drastically

and the heat is a welcomed unfamiliarity

the pavement feels different compared to my carpet

the wind is much softer than the a/c

my back straightens out and i take a deep breath

nothing bad will happen to me

one foot in front of the other, i think

lessons i learned as a kid

but back then when i had seen strangers on paths

i hadn't run, i hadn't hid

the knot's not untangled, the yarn is not free

but the lights were turned on, so at least i can see

the herd of plants tangled up in front of me

enough to fill a large picture based glossary

and forward i wander, i quiet my mind

the screams reduced to a hum

i start to skip for the very first time

i start to sing, when i had only sung

no one's around to watch me rediscover

a simplicity found in every neighborhood

and i had forgotten that compared to the trees

artificial pine could never smell quite this good

as I meander without trying to think

a sweet scent starts lingering past my numb nose

I turn on my heel to figure it out

to see where it takes me, see where i could go

a poetic justice was served that bright day

when i stopped and i smelled the flowers

a bushel of small, white petals on leaves

delicate, and upon me, like confetti they showered

but just one numbing though crossed my mind as i stooped

in the midst of my amature hike

in the few years i spent confined in my mind

i had forgotten what flowers smelled like

damn, watching that recording of hamilton and hamilton’s son looks a lot more like john laurens than eliza… coincidence? I think not

been messing around with animatics and i made this 4 fun based on a weird dream i had last night

hell yes demolition lovers page during class

killjoy fanart who's gonna stop me