They SayLove is bad for poetry.They Say by MusicalAlchemy
You see it in the words,
how they don’t shape themselves anymore.
They don’t pour from your skin,
sweating lines of rhymes
and scanning incorrectly.
Muttering in hallways, walkways and pavements
doesn’t happen anymore.
They say you look happier.
With so much gained there must be some loss
and it is the heartfelt and heartstring tugging lines
which wrote themselves
from inside your chest that have gone missing.
I’d fill out a report,
but what would they look for?
Sleepless nights, bad nutrition and headphones?
You’d think happy people would have plenty to write about.
I’ll carve my poetry into her skin
so I know how to find it in the dark.
I’ll make sure that my scars spread,
to her back from my arms.
Instead of picking at my skin,
I’ll pick up the parts to build a life worth living.
Pounding hearts and bedframes, not pavements,
Love is bad for poetry, they say?
Just you fucking wa
9Spike E. BrancesThere's something so depressing about only leaving the attic for 24 days a year. You would have thought that someone would have start RSPCT by now, but most trees who are in the open world don't understand. You hear some of them complain that they have shorter lives and that we should count ourselves lucky for living longer. However, when most of that life is spent next to boxes in a cold, dark attic, I'm not sure whether that's really a better quality of life at all.9Spike E. Brances by MusicalAlchemy
This is when you consider that we trees could be used in other celebrations as well Hallowe'en, for instance, which has just passed. What about hanging small lanterns on us instead of baubles, perhaps replace tinsel with strings of cobwebs? You could hang bats along our branches and have a witch or a zombie at the top of the tree. In Easter, you could easily hang Easter eggs instead of baubles, use daisy chains for tinsel and have chicks hanging on the branches, with a rabbit on top. It's frustrating when you human