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By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
Goodnight brain Why am I up again? Who's the better Alfred? Michael Gough or Michael Caine? I don't care Michael Keaton is forever my Bruce Wayne
In the prison of souls There is no control It makes you a fool For answering the call Of its uplifting fall For all that are compelled by its draw
Your vapid existence Is not the same as persistence You look for someone to blame Yet, feel no shame in your disdain Your efforts fell short
Sitting there in your grace How I love you in this place From across the room You say, come hither I say no, I’ll stay right here
Fathers need daughters They make the heart fonder Sometimes, I used to wonder When you would come We waited so long for you
You were my first I used to talk about you as a child How I wanted at least one boy I was chastised for playing with girly toys
Lights dancing in the night Flashing red, blue, and white My chest feeling ever so tight Across the way she strolls Her hair swaying side to side
As the screen fiend Makes you scream From the shadow of its beam Ripping your mind at the seam Shut up and scream As it comes across the way
“Whence have you come my whispering wasp? Lying so blissful on the fence Only pretending pretense To hide the vents of embellishments
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Poets
Home? What is home you say? Well, when you’ve moved once for nearly every year you’ve lived Home is the roam The roaming, not just from house to house
While you slept The howling wind wanders through the room Roaming for an ear to listen As it hisses its tune, born of doom
