March 2012
6 tags
Thrasher of My High Horse
ellemac23:
It shattered my senses
like a broken wind.
Too long has gone
and too far I’ve traveled.
The long step has been taken
striding towards something sufficient.
Sufficient enough to keep that wind
from breaking my heart.
Its fray sway
diving into the underground.
You, sir,
the thrasher of my high horse.
I stand tall,
keeps me going.
The nature of things,
...
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Massive
ellemac23:
The faulty frailties and floppy fumbling
that makes up your ghastly days.
I don’t understand.
Incessant, excruciating, indivisible
islands of opportunities.
Islands in pieces of sand
dotted.
The sand and flakes flatten
in mixtures of brown
or gold, white or black,
yellow or orange.
It falls from my twiddling fingers
like the collapsed wall
landing as mush...
5 tags
