rain
The night fell,
skimmed the side of the house,
pulled up old dusty bricks,
called the memories right out
of the cracks and the crevices.
Took the porch to a path,
and crafted a chance
the wind ran cold
so the fire could dance.
I held onto this leaf
traced the ash on my hands
lost on that perch
between the heavens and the land.
The sky cracked like an old wooden chest
The rain rattled like a drunkard’s cares
And it sang on the window panes,
And it washed right through me
Little fingers of water
Ran through the city
And it drummed out an answer
Mixed with my veins
An idea contrasting
The hollow of those graves
I struggled to drink in the view
Slosh around in my brain
Rattle the contents
Of this fading exchange.
Anonymous Asked:
Caan you put up pictures of yourself??
I’m pretty sure I have some up, but yeah I’ll add a few more when I get around to it. :]