🍊 my sweet nothing 🍊🧡🍑 -tenor

[tenor]

in silence
an Open Book with tattered binding
a roaring heart tears herself apart
falling upon harsh cold linoleum

pitter - pat
cries black blood upon a page
erasing a sketch from the past
of the author to Her battered misery

pitter - pitter
Her tears cloud history
desperate to read
no further

[tenor]

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace from
day to day air fills this void,
void upon which we are born,
we grow,
we die.

To render me useless,
is to render a life lived.
To go out fighting,
is to render a life lived.
For to be homeless,
or to be a king,
or to be a father,
or to be a mother,
is to render a life lived.

For why?
For why be a life lived?

Petty pace drones on,
tap, tap, tap,
falls victim to tomorrow.
For why must life live?
Why cannot a life soar?
Why march on,
on this treadmill we call
the void of life?

- a parody of Shakespeare - Macbeth

[tenor]

we’re just two little gummi bears on the dash.

your orange jelly body is in the sun, but i’m in the shade of the visor.
the sun heats you up, you turn to face it.
you love the sun.
i watch proudly as you melt onto the dash.
but then you begin to creep, slowly crawling away.
my blue jelly body is left upright, shaded from the sun.
i watch you go, while i’m left here alone.

🧸

you and i, just two little gummi bears in the sun.

you find your blue jelly self to a little shade, tiring of the hot sun.
you sit and watch as i free myself from my tight orange jelly cast.
i offer for you to come along, but you sit there alone.
i melt into putty.
i love the sun.
you watch me slip away down the dash.
we grow distant, all you did was sit and watch.

[tenor]

winter is nothing without

you.
ginger ale kisses
and heaters on high,
doubled-up blankets
and Zelda's Twilight
Princess, you make me feel like.

"Turn off the light?"
Your toes are cold for mine
to be all right.

winter is nothing without
you, my sunlight.