The Boy That Brought HopeHer eyes shone with hope in a world full of darkness. The hope the boy gave her with every word he spoke.She was the girl, who dreamt, dreamt about everything a normal girl was afraid to dream about. She dreamt about seventh heaven, she had always wanted to fly and breathe under water, the power which her dreams gave her. It seemed funny if said aloud but she believed. She believed every cloud had a silver lining. She used to sing, her voice so beautiful that when she sang, all the birds became silent just to listen to her. But then reality hit its toll, the world shattered even her smallest of dreams, broke her into pieces. She could see everything slip right through her fingers. She lost all will to believe, everyday had a new tragic tale, and the razor-sharp words would cut deep into her flesh. She became a butterfly who's beautiful feathered-wings were clipped off, and she was left to die there."Is it all worth it?" She asked herself.She could hear it in the back of her head.
Ovid KafkaThese streetlights are burning bushes-Laudanum lamps.These veins are roadmaps home from Narnia,They are badly battered blood cellsMaking a break for it.Headphone induced deafnessMakes this world so still and serene.There are no stars.This is suburbia.Every tree is an underdog,A freedom fighter,Guerilla greenery burst through concrete.Born from the grey to compete with the high rises.You are beautiful like pirouettes in parking lotsBy some guys who thought no one was watching.Like kicking a habit in the fucking teeth.Your smile makes me think of molars to curbs,Bodies to bricks.Consecrating unions with the groundMaking gravestone flower babies.Painting with pollen,Penetrating horizons,Exploding in sneezes.We are married to earth.For better, for worseIn sickness and health,We're stuck with ourselves.Feet on the ground and head in the clouds.Chase rainbows recklessly.Blow them up with Roman candles.The sky is a glass ceiling.Make it rain.