Intricacy is key
That’s my name
At least that’s what I think it could be
But the problem with intricacy
Is that it isn’t always the strongest
Even though those humans say spider webs are nature’s steel
It bends and folds, and blows
Blows, Folds, Bends
But at least whenever they walk through my web
Intricacy is Key
the pie was not
I ate a piece of pizza
it wasn't very good
I ate a pie
and it was frickin fantastic
it was apricot
in case you were wondering
it was a ham and bell pepper pizza
and it was gluten free
the pie was not
Magic, or something I guess
Light, dancing, flashes, gone.
Those all sound cool...sometimes.
Sometimes they just feel plain --- weird.
Although I love you
I don’t know what to do
Cause no one is around to hold me
And no one is around for me to hold
And my dreams have someone in them
Who coulda been you but it’s not
no one told me that dreams aren’t real
Cause up to that point it had all felt like a dream
America, I guess
they call us the melting pot
but it seems like after we dump out the pot
and all the ingredients are mixed up
we just seperate to how it was before it went in the pot
on the cutting board
and the only time we really are a melting pot
is when we boil
when we flow over the top
and end up all over the floor
when we start jumping and screaming so much that maybe the chef might hear
and you know what
the chef is actually us
I mean, can you believe that
We are the ingredients
but we are also the chef
cause we gotta put it all together
Well that sucked.
I prolly shoulda been watchin my step.
or else I wouldn't have fallen.
Into that rabbit hole
Someone pointed out to me
about a mile back
Rainy Day in New York
It’s a rainy day in New York
Quite the same as yesterday
it seems to me as though
everyday just feels the same
It might- be- the way, you look, in the rain
It might-be-the way, the rain falls down your cheek
Like a tear that drifted away from home
Feels quite the same way
As long as your here
I could care less what they say
that the weather might not change
and that might be nice
it might be nice
nothin changes here
The way you look in the rain doesn’t change by the day
Your as beautiful as yesterday and its,
I’ll pull you close to me
With the umbrella over our heads
I’ll let you know you haven’t changed
much like the rain
in New York
on any- given- day-
hey, gotta, get, some, words, or, else, something, might, happen
just, the, way, it, is,,,,,
Been writing a bit
It was midnight, I knew this because I saw a clock in the corner of my eye, slowly ticking, second by second, and then it hit the 12. The twelve didn’t look like a normal twelve, it was almost as if the twelve had been flipped into 21, and back again, then turned upside down, and rotated through space leaving something like a mix between roman numerals and standard notation.
The moon was out, I could see slivers of the light through the panels in the curtains, as they would move because of the vents underneath, the moon would come into view, allowing me for a brief second to see something I knew.
I walked around the room, it was only lit by the slivers of light from the moon, and a small lamp in the corner. It was the size of a teapot, and shaped like a balloon. It was green or some shade of it at least. I couldn’t tell if it was or not because I couldn’t see very well as it was. The room was circular, which didn’t make very much sense. You can’t escape a circle, it’s endless, always repeating itself. Why couldn’t it be a square, or a rectangle? You can open those just as you do a door. A circle scared me.
This is a small piece from a story I've been working on. I've just been trying to really capture a world, I don't know if this shows that but I hope it piques your interest.
Dancing on the Moon
Sinatra floated in the air, pausing only when the vinyl needed to be flipped. Her arms wrapped around me, and mine around her. The only light was the moon shining through the windows, as it was soon to slip away, and the sun was to come up.
This is the working title btw.