By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…
Well damn, Here I am again; Back to the door, a locked room– s… What does the man think A beautiful verse of failure
If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind
Letting the rain fall Dripping Fingers Soaking shirts Finding clarity through the storm What does the monster think;
The taste of boredom, feeling rott… My sorrow, drenched in nasty yello… Leaks from my pores—a bloody yello… Spinning around the corner My storm cloud, a pretty pink—
Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…
Roaming with thoughts of Daffodil… The common sense I lack drips fro… of my scraped knee Tears of fears One’s that hold close, ready to ta…
I don’t want you to know—not all o… the good, the bad, the dirty No, there’s no such thing when I… Just for a moment, let me hold you… it’s you, not him
A ball slapping on the court, spur… The kids dance and play across the… Never one to say what they should… What one should look like What one plays in society and how…
As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…
Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first
As the curtains close and the crow… We see one another through the clo… You wave, I shy away I sang a song, a melodious tune en… The sound we made is one to listen…
Are you so cruel as to leave me ha… Reaching my hand out to the sky, a… Running before I could walk Stumbling, tumbling, falling, falling,
Use me to your advantage I’ll play the part, just for you What is it your heart desires? Kneeling by your feet, I’ll beg—j… Snap and crack my back,
The cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…