Cactus Kids Club
By XII
Hardly holding on to the lip of the horizon
I struggle in my innertube
The summer is attempting to end, viciously
I have begun to run
I will not let hope die
I will get all of the fun
I have not yet been alive
Autumn is a strange, strange man
Winter will not kill me yet
Spring is a total cocktease
It's impossible not to see where I'm going
Down the river
But the river is a total symbol
of distance and constant flow
My escape will be magnificent
I will explode but not from pressure
The vibrant light not present at night
Is a lifeblood I had not expected
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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