Tuesday, May 26, 2015

untitled

untitled,
the numbers of times staring only brings forth
lack of words

untitled,
like there is no begging, no beginning
middle of the end, the action starts


untitled,
the number of times winning tug of war
only to fall flat, ass first and hands burnt by the rope

untitled,
like the music played in the gradation of the night
to induce better sleep

untitled,
a nameless face to a child who has been named
but hates the formality of titles

untitled,
like there are other things to fill the whites
other than long lists of people's moods

untitled,
a chance to create more, own less
nothing is worth the exchange of soul and water


untitled,
like the title holds so much
yet so little significance.

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