Connor : Writing

Prowl Rhythm

Prowl Rhythm

A Poem by Connor


Curling dendrites and twisting nerves,Synapses pulsing to a primitive rhythmTo touch the true essence of living,to fulfill the insatiable urge.Look aw..
Young 'til Old

Young 'til Old

A Poem by Connor


Every sea, and all the landswill be the highway of my darling.Every star, and every starling,will bring daylight to her hands.Tides, and tidal waves, ..
The Bedroom Window

The Bedroom Window

A Story by Connor


They say my colorwheel is shifted into a reverse position, and I mistake my circles for squares, and sqaures for circles. I sit in my room and watch o..
Third Eye

Third Eye

A Poem by Connor


I wake with a brain full of cocaine,the come-down is hard,i'm falling like rain.I never could, perfect flight,but i still have some time,to get it rig..
Night

Night

A Poem by Connor


Quick and flash,lone and brash,the instant of heroics,or artists and poets,never quick to die,cheat death, so sly,steal your breathfor just a dime,the..
The River

The River

A Poem by Connor


My mouth is a river,words flowing consistently.Lips, an estuary,flesh-like consistency,in my body, memories,flow within my veins,the scary thing, i do..
Living

Living

A Poem by Connor


Poetry is just music at its bare bones,so read me some songs that you wrote,and i promise to stay up all night,promise to stay up all night.The seasid..
18th Street

18th Street

A Poem by Connor


Is this how its supposed to be?Is this how its supposed to be?We are just nervous skinover broken bones.Is this how its supposed to be?Is this how its..
This Was

This Was

A Poem by Connor


Roman candles spread likespider webs,and sand beneathour feet,this is where thetide,ebbs and flows.This is where the flowers grow,this is where the ri..
Apathetic

Apathetic

A Poem by Connor


Soap operas, glued to reruns,Locked in, not clued to the sun,Not moving, always on the run,Depression, handmade and fun.Emotion, bought at half price,..

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