Abandoned
Month: May 2021
Street Lights
Beauty is raindrops on my windshield collecting pigments from wet street lights... Projecting a palate of neon colors into a very bitter dreary night.
Apple Blossoms
White Knuckle
I let my eyes unfocus and blur at the sides... As I numbly follow familiar white road lines. Soon my face flushes and I tighten my grip... As I wonder what would happen if I let the steering wheel slip.
Crabapple
B&W
Under the Maple Tree
Glitter
As soon as my palm opened... Our glitter became dust. Now everything that sparkles... I know can combust.
Fogged
Serenity
I remember a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. You were watching the rain pour through the porch screen... Looking so lost, yet so damn serene.
AO Poetry 
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