Sean-Flanagan

i'm feeling spontanious like the spark of a flame but there's no ignition take away water and we're only left with everything being dry and fragile, you only need a fraction of what you think is necessary because we're all just greedy. shake it through letting it drain, and now the light reflects and hits my eye so that a whole new colour is all I see. Piles of clothes, and an empty dresser, i'm too busy for anything to be neat right now and this is only the beginning.. let's try something new we'll steal the world. almost poetic, the words from an intoxicated mouth thoughts aren't as clear and anything vague

I remember there used to be water coming from the walls on top of this hill, but erosion and wind took it all away now there is only, crooked rock with jaded corners they're dull and dry, but there's nothing that can be done about it we're passing through unfamiliar streets, looking for spots that hold significance to my mind none are in sight, but I don't feel lost I only feel useless because the opposite of lost isn't found, the opposite of lost is contribution. the fact that my words grow redundant to the ones who listen to them, only makes me strive for creativity but there's none left in the far c

all these bad words and catchy lame phrases are the only outcome from what I thought I knew about, but apparently, doing something wrong, is as simple as standing and waiting, and that seems to happen a lot doesn't it? I guess some would rather feel smothered then be the one waited on It doesn't make sense to me, but I guess the remaining factors remain unknown, because to you i'm not worth the truth

it feels like i'm falling over I can't seem to straighten out, like a pile of cans I tip and plunder farther now, i'm past the floor tilt your head, it'll look right from a different angle, I don't think I was clear with what I said, it's not that hard to interpret Just three simple words hard to forget, i'm still here. you don't need to be sweet to tell the truth and just because i'm intoxicated, that doesn't mean i'm lying Breaking up, my words seems to keep me interested long enough to see that I need to start making sense. I'm sorry, you wasted your time reading this

I'm sorry to put this any other way, but frankly I don't care enough for you to, think any harder we should open the curtains more, it's little depressing that, I can only see the plants that are dead outside when it's really a nice day and I can't seem to stay focused long enough to notice that my a.d.d is getting the best of me. oh look, an actual rhyme it's been to long since I've felt the need to connect my sentences with an actual llink, it's bringing me back to the nights infront of my t.v, writing bad songs for her, and poems for you, and even worse, it brings me back to when I actually cared about rights,

I'm starring in your movie, leading actor. you'll set me up infront of everyone to see, i'll forget my lines. i've never lit a match in hopes to start a fire, but now i', burning down this theater. this toxic air is filled with smoke and I open my mouth wider to breath in more air but as my lungs fill, I cough and sputter and end up with less breath than before. i'm always told to try harder but then I try and I can't make it go my way. I'll work on it I know that all that's left is the embers of a great stage and it would have been a great show but, I turned your joke on yourself now and there's not enough time