By Felicity
Comes with 4 color-changing shrimpies. They're so calming to watch.
Take me to where the grass meets the sky
where a defiant voice rises above the clouds and erupts clear
with tongues that taste freshly killed mutton
and milk, curdled and free flowing.
There, I will lay in the fields
looking up to the sky that never ends
where the songs of my heroes
that almost conquered the world
on the backs of horses and furs heavy across shoulders
they never die;
they just ring on and on and on
with throaty double voices
where they ride to the brink of the world
where grass continues downward
as far as the eye can see.
I stand at the edge of a cliff, looking down
The answers pave the way
far past where I want to go
but it's one thing to know the right way
it's another to make that leap
Is it the fear of failure, or the sloth that clings to my bones
that is preventing me from the plunge?
By Felicity
CHICKEN IN FRIDGE, MUST PREPARE.
By Felicity
Too tired to think
even my fingers don't tap the keys like they should
my eyes are sluggish, the brain strains
like a laptop that overheats but the fan isn't working.
Shouldn't it be time to sleep?
But what is the fun in that, with so many worlds to explore
at a click of a mouse
this freeflow of useless information
keeps me high
and up all night.
Resisting the urge to attack these lashes
As they attack back, fluttering in the wind like wounded butterflies
Jabbing me in the eye.
Can't believe I spent 120 bucks
For luscious lashes
Only so I can yank them out
And now be left with none.
Oh, how we are blinded by our vanity.
