People will let you down I’ve accepted that fact, but knowing that makes...– Celeste and Jesse Forever
People will let you down I’ve accepted that fact, but knowing that makes it...– Celeste and Jesse Forever
Lone Ranger and Tonto are trapped in a valley, surrounded by hostile apaches on...– Jamie “Multiple Man” Madrox X-Factor Volume 3: Many Lives of Madrox
New York Falls in Love
By night, the big city’s skyline is clear enough.To write. And rhyme. As we see them and you and anyone under New York light. Falling in love when clocks strike momentum. Allows me to step outside of my window, that hum. Speeds up, spikes. The rate of my heart’s drum, when it decides to beat with the avenues. Below. As you. As they’re. As everyone. Is falling in love under these seen sights....
Here and Gone again
rite The sign must have been Knocked down I will take blame for the negligence For getting this lost Take mistakes with a nod and a grin And return that ball gown By your midnight dance I apologize to any eye-line I crossed Swear I’m usually careful Too careful for one to scorn Me over such accidental things The scenery was simply too distracting Misplaced the bull So there...
ATTENTION DARLINGS AND DUDES! WONDERLEMON IS BACK!
…and shit is about to get very, very rad. STAY TUNED! or don’t, it’s cool. requited or not, I will love you. Stay perfect and lovely and fucking full of super powers and words for always. yours truly, your friendly neighborhood WONDERLEMON.
Living Outside of the Silver Screen; the World's...
This is the entire fucking world. I mean, the world’s all here. The great escapers. Residents and red-eye frequent flyers for skyscrapers. The silver screen? Sure. But may I suggest the west… Too busy living it out our way. Because we’re not just inside an attraction. Can’t stop, can’t rest. A city written with sarcastic retractions. Welcome. To the universe. Hate it or fucking stay.
Try solutions, solve. If it works, wonderful. If it doesn’t, move on. Refusal is not nearly as tactical. Honey, try it out. Nothing’s magical. Pro and Con. Don’t weigh your scull facts will dissolve so don’t crawl. Everyone’s better than that, particularly carrying a heavy heart. Problems devour if you let them, petals always stitched to a stem. Engage. Observe. Participate all...
what I am, We are here for
It was probably us all along, all of this time pouting towards the universe. So naive. So spiteful it’s criminal. Prophesizing our lives for the far worse. Witnessing their luck triggers trite envy …that noticeable trait wished unnoticed… I am, we are, the young arch enemy. “Living Large” or not living as promised. Each generation, riddled with misfits. Honey, to tell the truth, it’s...
On some of the sweeter, quieter moments of the night. The stars whisper to me, Only to get louder. Stronger because a skyscraper is approaching. Most of my time fights for attention, gluttony. For lucky. Contentment visits, consequences stay longer. Is it “Don’t” or “Do”? Either carry back something true. Though those thoughts should discontinue. The...
love's lost in disbelief
To believe in every syllable you breathe as I weep could be my only miracle ever. After getting to sleep thanks to you. Dreaming’s possible. My body belongs to your name. Love gets lost, frame by frame. Here lies the peroxide I became. That hatred clings on to me despite what you say or see… No promises in “We” finding lovely.
documentation for the tension
Forced to write it all down, scribbling the madness. About a pennies worth of personal preference. Honest interest, or they could and should not care less. The twiddling of thumbs in suspense from both sides starving for sense and awareness for an up and coming mess. Will there be… one around the bend? Is there a degree… like a temperature by the deep end? I’ve got...
forget and you may burst
All the love can Be You’ll See Forgotten in a Moment: at Well, infact Any Moment (With No) Notice No Goodbye kiss Finding that Heart has Burst Acquired Ravenous Thirst A Lapse so terribly Mistaken Mind When Forever Theirs: every Second for There’s your Cure. Yet still, Love can Skip Beats: Slip One’s Mind, all the time I Rhyme: Forget No...
Can't Teach Free
Absolutely devising a different Me, one that one day they will be itching to See. Find me in the Future carving my own tree, Intellectualize it as I curtsy. Sorry, already am what you’ll Never Be. Flaunt those paint brushed, that Ominous Degree. Textbooks wont Justify Dignity in Free.
Your Only Suspect
A tedious tick swirling the room sick. Sanity, generally off the market and you are your only suspect. Strength always shifts to so strenuous and trust is simply outrageous. Easily broken turns redundant. Still, you “Can’t” But…Can’t You? Unbearably trite, surprisingly true. That can be what’s promised. Misunderstandings, missteps cannot be...
The Questions Passing remarks When it’s just begun Back into the Dark The Nonsense Wilted laughter More than muscles tense Those unexpected Morning Afters The trilogies Broken trifectas Bats Birds Blunts Bees Rip apart Unsuccessful nostalgia
all someone wanted...all I want is everything
All I want is Everything And I’m not sure who Said that first. Or Sing How it feels Who Knew Need Every Something
save a cigarette for the next mess
This morning the sun rose and a cigarette went unfinished. Summer cold stings without warning, much like another prose. Though it’s always been wished for a difference. Maybe a gunshot to preface the darker night. That may make more ethical sense. Let out a scream when not to expect a stream of light. Just to say that today’s smokeless. So save up for the next mess.
"...How frustrating it is to keep returning to...
Some combat boot prints ruined the roses. Petals sprinkled with dirt and destruction. When convenient, the human heart closes. Grinning at excuses and disfunction. Stilettos breaking bones in vanity, store fronts were not built for reflections. Just a drop of lost hope for sanity, Those painted on pouts. Thoughtless inflections. Begging for beautiful, receiving rage. Not...
"You figure it's because you're a big, dumb idiot...
"Every generation thinks it's the worst"
Easy? Well nobody ever claimed it would be. However, surely it was never even implied. So the anticipated outcome aside, what has been generated is another lonely generation. Either too cold or in heat. An adolescent nation on repeat.