audrey minUntitled: On the late nights when the stars giggle underneath blanket like fog,→
On the late nights when the stars giggle underneath blanket like fog,
I see men, drunk of words,
Stumbling down vegas strip lit sidewalks,
Metaphors dripping from their ravenous mouths.
They speak in tongues, or so it seems.
They wipe similes from their sleep deprived eyes,
Dreams and reality are no longer separate,
But intertwine between their ink blacked finger tips.
These men are literary lightweights,
Drowning themselves in Bukowski and Poe.
Then when they have filled their gullets,
They puff the thick smoke of Whitman and Neruda.
These men are the devourers of words.
They line street corners, shadows posted up on the walls
Of 24/7 bodegas, where a nickel cost a dime.
Like inebriated sentinels, their quiet mouths are
Lined with aesthetic one liners like:
She kisses like a sweet devouring, and I don’t know where to touch her, because I want all of her or
The less I needed, the better I felt
And better did they feel with nothing.
Kept their pens strapped to their bottles, they wandered
Darkened streets with dagger like tongues.
When the nights begin to creep to an end,
They clutch pages of Hemingway and Plath,
White knuckled as they drift off into a cloud like slumber
Mumbling letters to distant pen pals.
Dear Moon,
How did you get the sun to fall so deeply in love with you?
Tupac - Hold On To A Feather (Nujabes Mashup)
I just finished this mashup a few minutes ago. Enjoy!
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I guess you just have to realize that intrinsic motivation transcends titles and positions.
