Chiaroscuro

Obscured from sight
Intrepid light
Lost definitions burning

Wings lost to flight
Dehydrated night
In this, we too are learning

Hold tight the hours
Plant wildflowers
Put away the years

Built mirrored towers
Say mine, not ours
Finally count my fears

Random Baked Objects

I loved you, but doesn’t everyone?

I picked your name because I liked its sound

Triangles are square and orbits are round

You ate my pancakes, I combed your hair

And the others stopped keeping track of us

So now perhaps we’ll take the bus

You’re vaguely familiar in that biblical way

Like all weekdays that end with “day”

We sailed away and counted stars

I’d go with you to settle Mars

Cameras lined up in my head

They look at what my pigtails dread

You’re fond of green and blue and red

And patterns filling up my head

Maybe we would build a zoo

With cows that bark and dogs that moo

They can’t bake like we can do

A plate for one, a pie for two

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Found this, wrote it a while ago.... originally for a Spektor parody collaboration idea with Sumodude, but I kinda like it as is... of course, if the collab happened that would be cool too.

Angelic

Being

Coruscate

Dancing

Euphonically

Faintly

Gliding

Haphazard

Intrepidly

Jesting

Kaleidoscopic 

Lilting

Mosaics

Nuancing

Orbiting

Precariously

Quixotic 

Remnants

Softly

Tenacious

Until

Veritably

We
Xylophonically
Yield
Zygotes.

Just kidding, that's inappropriate. How about "Zeppelins"?

I can rhyme too.

Lancaster
Zoroaster
Alabaster
Solo's Blaster

Aster

Plaster

Master

Vaster

Exasperate

Dick Dastardly


Curses upon grocery store radios for getting the chorus of "I Run To You" stuck in my head.

Take 45

A failure to live, or a failure to die?
No, this isn't about mortality
A different kind of soul

One that exists only in a certain frame of mind
So many souls coming and going, it seems

An irregularly perforated timeline speaks only when ignored

An introspective curse

In an outwardly expanding universe

Notches

Do you think it's possible
We say that we're insane
Is that really sun or do you think it might rain
Isn't being sore from dancing better than the ruts of staying low
Could we trust when the world whispers that there are more ways to grow
Forgetting when it happened, spinning in and out of sight
Don't forget that what you see may not be what is right
In rhymes and dimes and lovely things, no pattern is seen yet
All it is will carry on
By sunrise or sunset

Mariachi Rhymes

Didn't we say nothing would be wrong

Perhaps it was singing to fill our own ears

Or just spinning in circles for so long

Drumbeats cutting out the patterns for our years

Am I really the only one who ever gets curious

Oh to set the not knowing into past tense

But then who said we have to be serious

Nothing always did make the most sense 

Sometimes it's not so great to be good at pretending

Although maybe I'm just fooling myself

Yes the double-triple meanings are unrelenting

Gonna fall; they're halfway off of the shelf

All I can think of is that maybe it's theft

When saying what you couldn't have meant

So much and so little of the time we have left

Or maybe that we've already spent

Influenced

In the end when the words wash over us
and the golden light wasn't enough to keep
on dreaming, being afraid to fall asleep
for fear of waking up. All doubts
would seem to not matter, except
the regrets which refuse to allow such
memories to decay. The tortuous havens
of silence which by choice or necessity,
were the only way to continue. Beauty
and inspiration seeming unreachable once
again. But all of it not mattering.
For then we come to wonder if the
inherent irreplaceableness of those souls
that bring color to the world is simply inside
our own minds.
Until we find once again, that it's lovely to
be wrong.