-Aaron


AutumnI In the first life, when you have had, 'just' a taste. No one loses, dreams continue. You can't get enjoyment, something happens, it could be horrible, and a special 'someone' dies again. Repeating it like dice that slip, you're always born to trip, and laugh. You don't want to see, you wander the same. 'Got the whim?' II Walking, whistling through the autumn leaves. Dull reflection of light upon a black suit, knowing your name, souls incense guiding out of the chill, leading out. Over a trite road of decadent doubt. III Hanging to get a few feet hAutumn


Crostic KnucklesThis skin is just as pale as the limbs that face me, That connect me to a thumb and double finger smile, Shaking hands with teeth and aspirin knucles, Painkilling on this floor that will never look up, Gently refusing to see any cracks in that ceiling That may blindly answer a question, Lord I give back nothing but this breeding host That sticks to me, Hoping I regret the best, and assuming Hope that eases out a heart, Heart easing out a concrete wall, This is not pain(t), this is a number, This is a word, blurred like vision, Imagining it can't speak to a nice blacCrostic Knuckles


Type B: Double SestinaMy wooden leg drying on adrenalline To cut out with this cutting edge prosthetic, Clicking noises like a cap of aspirin, (See;saw)-jaw, that's brand new, twisting Before (HE)-(MIGHT)-(ALL)The way he cried, Choked while I tested durability, the irony. Breaking this new neck, twisting It by a checklist of placebic aspirin, Freeing all forms of my prosthetics, Of the (ALL)-(MIGHT)-(HE)The irony I say, all, sensing my adrenalline With census tears, and the way some cry. Down your back in an alley with a jagged prosthetic, This mind of mine thatType B: Double Sestina


AntihistamineLight breaching traumatic eyes,Antihistamine
now I've done it.
A note rolls off a chord, it murmurs a picture.
Fatigued crackhead lines, form on the hungover eyes, "someone's" losing their mind.
Only "someone's" speaking, bad reception, you know.
Proving meekness of my weekness, "something's" wrong.
Licking at my skull in incorrect places, stop that.
Be happy, I learned how to be sick, and die young, by doing nothing at all.
Drowning into, my daily dose of despair.
Cars following my footprints home, staring eyes, watching


Journey of the MindThe Journey of the Mind By Cado AngelusJourney of the Mind
The life I knew is far behind me My path is now uncertain, hidden in plain sight And as I stumble onwards, never looking back I am driven by one burning need,
A thirst I cannot quench, a need for the elusive Joy that is Freedom
No one waits for me; I’m free to roam alone Always searching for the place where I’ll be free Free from the oppression and the violence, The hatred and the greed, the suffering and pain Perhaps it exists not on our planet, nor in our universe, Perhaps it is but an idea, this Inner S


The riddle songI saw a beggar a twanging his guitar I saw a Buddha a playing his sitar I heard a friend a singing real coy I heard a child a laughing for sweet joyThe riddle song
How can there be a beggar playing his guitar? How can there be a Buddha playing his sitar? How can there be a friend singing real coy? How can there be a child laughing for joy?
A beggar when twanging has no smiles A Buddha when playing has no wiles A friend when singing has no joy A child when laughing can’t destroy
ur fantastic!
-aaron
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I have come here much too often,
My brother sleep, a relative coffin.
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Travis
So sorry for abandoning you for so long. I'm back now
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I might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest...
(She's the kind of girl that looks for love in all the lonely places~*)
<3 The Dresden Dolls
-Aaron
--
I have come here much too often,
My brother sleep, a relative coffin.
--
I might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest...
(She's the kind of girl that looks for love in all the lonely places~*)
<3 The Dresden Dolls
-Aaron
--
I have come here much too often,
My brother sleep, a relative coffin.
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