Submissions by bholt

Every other night when the flames die down,
I make way across the right-angled jungle.
Drenched in black, sack on back, the town
Has begun to crumble.
Old factories sit abandoned in the frigid air
Where the morning glories lag,
And the walls ache with bald boredom.
I have gone this way everyday, and it has never changed,
But today, todays the day, I’ve come to the city
With my holster loaded with paint.
Silence ringing.
The sirens attempt to overtake
the shaking bearings banging in my bag.
This high from the toxic fumes
may compel my...

What makes you hungry? When your sitting there distracted out of your mind, by the millions of blinding screams of raindrops hitting my dreams. It may seem like a disgrace and ive gone mean but these drop are cleansing, mysterious and pristine. For they open up worlds to new wonders and newcomers of people can live happily through lightning and thunder and all the frightening things
I wonder
Why are you not satisfied? You too are so thirsty, it makes me worried. No, not really. On second thought it makes me weary because im constantly looking for whats next, whos up to the plate? No...