T-Rex Football Club by Death-By-Romance, literature
Literature
T-Rex Football Club
The Tyrannosaurus Rex Football Club was starting to cheer for their imminent fourth Pangaea Cup win in a row when the crafty raptors overcame their fears and started scoring between their legs, making a comeback. The Rexes bit off all their heads. The whole team cheered as the time expired.
I seem to have lost your face in the faces
of my history discontinued and marked for disposal.
New trails will be blazed though not without the pain
and difficulties of cutting down and weeding out you.
I try to remember your house among houses.
The memories we've forged fit in one glass jar.
There's plenty of space which avoids suffocation
but space allows spreading and blurring of the fact.
I wonder if you will ever return to my dreams.
Do I even subconsciously long anymore
for colorful abstractions and multiplied chances
to stitch back together what never was at first?
I can no longer feel the warmth of your heart;
you're too
Empty notebooks and full ink pens
Clouds roll over with no rain
All the stores are sold out of
the only thing you went in for.
Flower bloom but they have no scent
Wishes drown in a wishing well.
All the stores you grew to love
have closed their doors and keep them shut.
Blank rolls of film sit on the floor.
Brand new signs over brand new doors
You go in but they're sold out of
the only thing you went in for.
All the leaves are falling down,
Going straight from green to brown
All your dreams are failing fast
All you dreams are fading fast
The sun is tired so it rests.
It is setting as it asks,
"Are you ready for this night,
When Life is easy,
it never seems too easy.
When life is hard,
it never seems
not hard enough.
When life is boring,
it often seems
you're going no where,
because
The hard times
make easy times
much easier
next time.
I wander and wonder
what you see.
Acrylic paints.
Window panes.
My glasses make clearer
foggy days.
Brown eyes,
bright headlights.
The distance doesn't change.
The feeling doesn't change.
The reason doesn't change.
Pass the post office,
second glance.
Same face,
different hand.
The lines draw in deeper.
Baltic sea.
Rose petal
potpourri.
Your glasses make clearer
foggy days.
Acrylic paints.
Window panes.
I wander and wonder
what you see.
Brown eyes,
bright headlights.
The distance doesn't change.
The feeling doesn't change.
The reason doesn't change.
The feeling doesn't change.
The reason doesn't change.
The lov