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  • Past the Ash Tree and Met in the Middle by The Pine.

    October 2nd, 2024

    I’m thinking 6 hours at least
    And I say it in my head finding I’m shaking

    The first time after it’s get bad
    Like actually
    And all these hostile stupid less than 2 minutes
    In the tradition of a CBGB punk song
    Running to my phone to write
    And thinking I’ll show no one again.

    Yell about
    Humanity + Maturity
    And the dog shit I’ve seen and I feel better saying I’m dogshit when I know what looks worse.
    Fucking vermon of spite and no lacking
    In the understanding
    Of why the hell you just can’t be nice

    And every moment is torment
    And I take care of myself more than ever
    And I hear you in my head counting a bench as you’ve planned your own Fibonacci plan
    And I’m just at-woll to iet
    And you’ve read me that well
    And we’ll Johnny is the one we would go to
    And I
    I go to
    For moments like this
    And suddenly security is much stricter
    To fuck with my food
    And just
    Accepting I can be seen
    And it’s good to accept there’s lands no so distant and as far as the wide lands of my room could see.

    Just Open The Door.
    And I’ll be there behind you every time or behind the door which is
    Still behind you
    When you turn your back
    And spin backwards
    Just to go forwards
    And your favorite piece is Black Knight the one no one chooses and complicated L-Bar Jumps. Hard for people to think in but exactly how I think in.

    The Piece of Suffering and Drawbacks.
    Accepting bad things are just going to happen.
    Acting like it was a murmur.
    Tell me I don’t have cancer ; and in all these moments and feelings so small
    I wish you were here
    And the good person has the pin
    That deserves it
    And stole it the right way
    The way I like to lose things.

    Where could you have gone now.
    No Avatar.

    And even somewhere astral
    I can hear your keyboard clicks.

    Why’d ya have to beat me to it.

    Garnish for Pecan Pie.
    And you kept complaining and ranting and raving at your half + half
    Apple and pumpkin
    Or pumpkin and cherry
    So weird
    And in those combos
    You kept warning me

    And why act prepared
    When I died a few or two or last week
    And I’m stinging
    And our greatest friend just called out of a cryo freezer less than 2 weeks ago.

    Irie with Ehlers and theyvheb switched out on me. Again.
    He had never
    Taken a turn yet
    And now he has more work
    And has never been happier
    Being around me
    And now

    He chooses scary
    Not spooky to defend me somehow
    And everyone
    Can see a dead man walking
    Without the weight.

    Like a pirate in prayer on some
    Sandline.

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