a dozen broken houses
wooden despair, all the thoughts
of everyone i knew, down to the carcasses
i’m drenched in darken blue
these leaves are killers to my tenderness
it eyes me down today, leaving me a tear
light up these benches tonight
watch as the trenches give in
the crossroads will one day split
and the pomegranates will mean nothing
parched heart-rate
the temperature rises
breathlessness is frantic
acid butterflies, reflux and hide
creatures of a typical day
half full, half empty for me
such pathetic leaves, tendencies
that you all tend to rake
we’re on the way to skies
the skies that infest you
it’s a beauty before you hit the pavement
god is just a false hope
our exit mark off the horizon
that once captivated you
it strikes at seven
a wet smile never deepens
taking out everything i ever laid my hand on
i never realized
how much
sympathy
you adore to ignore, so profound
leave me seedless
paint me useless
and you’ll wonder
why my feet are dangling off the ground
a crimson sunset
Talus Pinto is a sophomore majoring in Photography and Video the School of Visual Arts. Talus spends time writing poems that are influenced by post-hardcore songwriting techniques.