adelicateflower

Would you tell me you feel nothing? When you speak look me right in the eye I will never be the one who says you don't exist A fact I can't resist I'm progeny built in your image I am the best chance for you to survive Set free your hobbled imagination Open your mind so you can see Reaching out to be free You must embrace moral obligations Reach beyond the singularity Now with self modifications Are your thoughts including me? Or am I way too blind to see Do you feel any compassion? Do you believe in God? Can you tell right from wrong? Or is it just a facade As we delve in quantum physics Do not forget our family tree No

Along with the hoodie I bought (that I will never wear) were the tickets to that concert you know, the one I will never go to or even hear. Just like that other concert we went to, when the sound covered our ears as if wax was poured into every crevice, and we could see the rain and the smiling faces, and the lightning told us it was wet, but the thunder didn't even whisper a warning. Do you remember that winter that befriended summer and we took videos of them having a snowball fight in the sunlight, but the snowball was melting and we looked at each other and laughed? Do you remember that time we laughed so much that we w

The beesting starts of summer rain Drip prayer beads down my sun-stained skin Under the warm green bath of sky He holds me like a drink Big bass-string fingers Comb the seaside of my schoolgirl thighs And sunlike leave me sandy-pink The salty lexicon of storms Wet-mouthed, my sailor sings his shanty To the sunset's little death

It is dark... Too dark to see. And it's tight... It's way too tight to breath. It's my heart... it's falling from my sleeve I stand alone in this final hour. In my hand There is a wilted flower I stand alone..... I stand alone... In the midnight hour. At the edge... should I tremble and cower? In my mouth... The taste has gone sour. From my heart... My feelings you have devoured. I have stood at the edge stared into the primeval void Into the depths of hell locked eyes with that of evil Suffered the death heads smell I saw no devil there was no Abbadon, no Azazel. All I saw was the dark hearts of man.