Tag: austin

by AUSTIN

Life

Pointless People

Growing age

Deadly Diseases

Meaningless Racism

Over-Dosing Drugs

Terrible Music

Traitors

Liars

            Sins

 Death

by AUSTIN

I have a favorite cup, I love that cup.
This cup is old, very, very old.
Within it consists a crack, a very small one
to the eye a small one, to me a story.
Maybe there’s cracks in the cracks
Maybe even cracks within those cracks
Yet no liquid falls through.
Is there a machine to block it?
A small unnoticeable force.
No, probably not, just in my mind.
Well no matter the cracks, I’m quite thirsty.
I get a glass of juice and find out some other day.

by AUSTIN

I don’t know how to write.
I will not learn how to write.
I will learn how to write.
I know how to write.
Do you know how to write?
I know how to write.
I will teach you how to write
do you like to write?
I love to write.
So will you write?
You must write.
It’s life to write.
So, again, you must write.
What do you mean you won’t write?
Please, please, do write.
It’s very important to write.
Whatever you do please write!
Oh no, you did write.
But not what I told you to write.
You have failed because I told you to write.
I will now die because you chose to write.
Next time, please do write.
Please write what I tell you to write.
Goodbye for now, and continue to write.
Because what you chose was not right,
you utterly can not do right.
You were not given that right.
So continue to write, right?
For writing is right, right?
Right, so write.
Right.

by AUSTIN

A single cell, person, all alone and envious,
Another petal on a dull flower.

Tons of passing faces in New York City,
Rushing worker bees, flying very swiftly.