we were out to find the night
to find what the void hides
things we've known the whole time
that it's too late to come back
if there was never anything
there when you started
that's when it hits
how alone a person gets
lost in the middle of the world
with so much desire to love
and covered the walls with anger
and great escapes
never here to stay
like day and night are separated
chasing each other while they run away
forever a mystery never to be solved
said nobody ever
i'm easy just not easy-maintenance
easy to predictably spree
not quite what i mean
to be a little off the mark
and totally off the rocker
getting the point across
to strangers in the night
and i never saw my friend again
after that morning sunrise goodbyes
afternoon after we found that night
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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a breaker of deals
we're not in kentucky anymore, and i went there as far as it would always take me back to his bed yet again. misstepping the what's and when's - like it makes a difference in a he said/he said it again. just a battle of will's and won't's. just like i imagined them. like a gentrified chicken chain on every corner. because the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but it's not the only one. i hope you came ready to get messy. finger-lickin gentrified chicken chain, close enough to the real thing, because what even is real in this world? does it have to be a thing? a breaker of deals? wheeling here and there, just to settle down together, forever? over a great big bucket of gentrified chicken chain. we are a family because the box says so. still all in this together? where is north going? is this where we turn different directions? is it too soon to say i told you so? didn't i tell you that you would break my heart some day? i didn't know how or when, but i knew you would and then you did. and i never ate at gentrified chicken chain again.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Wild Card Weekend Recap: What Happens Now?
I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
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Hopefully the raving is finished and calm has come so as to enjoy life as meant to be.
Nice writing keep it up!!!