LAND OF THE OAKS

Saint San|| Young Aquarius|| I Write Poems n Shit||  Line(s) In My Poem
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  • “ City lights always go unappreciated. Beacons in the metropolis. Signals illuminating from the concrete jungle. They serve as a time teller, city dwellers have lost their appreciation for mother natures natural indicators. The sun merely a common excuse to expose some skin, the moon a reason to expose what’s left. ”

    —    Saint San

    “ I people watch from time to time and by from time to time I mean in every waking moment. There is no more tragically beautiful human being than one who’s lost in love. They know the object of their affections are no longer within their possession and yet they continue. The lines of their poems still contain traces of the strands of hair that were once splayed across their pillow, their songs still echo faint whispers of love lost. Despite their best attempts to mask these discreet acts of reclamation, those attentive folk who peer from the inside can see the blatant nature of the human being in his fruitless attempts. ”

    —    Saint San

    “ Misunderstood modern day eroticism
    Death to chivalry
    Farewell to courtship
    Closed casket ceremony
    Those close don’t deserve to see the aftermath of the demise of a classic age of romance
    Flowers on the casket
    The ceremony is small. ”

    —    Saint San

    “ There is no roadmap to adulthood and if there was ever a time I needed a map to it it would be this exact moment. I need that map for the nights I lay awake wondering if my blind footsteps will eventually lead to some clarity. I hope so. Despite the well crafted words of direction that I’ve collected over the years I still can’t tell my left from my right, how to file my taxes or pick the right insurance plan. Demons and ghosts don’t scare me nearly as much as the possibility of failure. Becoming a registered voter and balancing checkbooks are what I worry about going bump in the night, Responsibility is my boogeyman and being in control of my own destiny is what I’m afraid is hiding under my bed. I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf but I am afraid of what’s yet to come for me ”

    —    Saint San
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