Pixelated FriendsA Poem by Ryan MooreOld times revisited.
Sippin' a mug of whisky as the vinyl spinnin' in the background so profound a certain sound to dismantle my now,
Perceive the past in the present escapin' my mental prison with the weapon of thought, no need for anti-depressants, I'm back with the crew in my adolescence, everything so fluorescent from what it was, Catching a buzz but not those kind of drugs just me n' my thugs cursing the omnipresence above for what it was, A moment in time, A flickering flame, A still photo coming to life inside of it's frame/// © 2014 Ryan Moore |
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