Nerissa8

"So much to live for, so much to die for" Once said the lonely wanderer, a Dead Boy I can't keep up with him, nor can you We are lost forever in this new world of man "Little hideaways for a lonely heart" Once said the scriptum, the piano's song with grace Apart from that, we live for the moment The moment we're at, it'll never come back "Time is of the essence" I yelled with pride Born to be a leader, My hands were tied to life's wheel "I hear but how will I see?" The siren's song brings me to thee I long for you… I'm yearning for a catharsis The world is yet to see In my darkest of stories And the darkest of me It i

I do not sing myself unkind or unwoven. Indeed I am bequeathed to air and nature, indeed I am neither cadaver nor earthly fire, and be these things as they may I am limp upon my own horizons and I am watching the silhouettes of birds atop the roofs of buildings. and the roofs of buildings where you fell in love with him and the fire that navigates your pores, in and out of skin that sings electric when I touch it, and my body sings of unrest and want, desire is impalpable and it permeates my eyes through the vast oceans that are your irises. and be this as it may, you doing lines on roofs of Harlem watching the sunrise and danc

I want to walk out of class and never stop, watching my hometown sweep behind me like glass shards under a carpet, and I would not miss a single brick of it. (When has this town been home? Every building is four walls, and they too shall topple: I can see the ruins clearly.) Once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop because permanence means standing in cement and smiling at its steadiness and stability. I do not want to wake up one day, see my feet stuck in stone, and realize it is too late for me to do all of the things I wanted to do, so I will never stop moving. I am too aware of my pulse and the second hand tick ticking in