I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic
social life of a human
fit to fit in is a privilege
not meant for everyone
chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.
the day before yesterday
Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home. Buddy… Continue reading the day before yesterday
Faith
The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith. Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith
silence of the lambs
i don't remember what it was before now; chances are somethings were the same just nothing that mattered. i remember thinking back then, that i deserved what i got if you didn't work for it like really work for it than it wasn't for you; just not everyone gives equally keeping you in the bottom… Continue reading silence of the lambs
fivefivefive
change on the way heart sized fitting room closed until further notice.
return
just waiting by an ajar window, listening to the flute player two floors up, for a sign. now; it's been two weeks and the flute player is gone window is closed and i found my lost muse. friendship level one oh two keeping the battle going from an open window thinking about that flute player… Continue reading return
rose trimmer
roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom
beyonce
i believe in you chillin' on Watkin's street fading way into next week falling at the knees oh i'm weak will be here till next week after that no guarantees
traveling climate
i think about that cloud from time to time wondering if it made it home safely
valedictorian
they only love me when i produce putting a message together stringing days together with a meaning writing, words don't come when you call, trapped inside a podium waiting for a speech. here is it goes; i'm doing my best fuck off
after nineteen and before the world ends
we started as a gift lying cheating killing all before the night shift wasn't it so fulfilling willing to go millions to the bank leave the millions on the street to fend for a penny so gather around for the show they roll around in tax tanks they never miss a beat n that's on… Continue reading after nineteen and before the world ends
50 on rotten tomatoes
all based on the truth i believed to be true but it's true just to me only the truth to me makes it everyone else's thought they'll tell it to the next make it gossip words flowin' like a faucet not my truth is your food for thought starving from my own process now this… Continue reading 50 on rotten tomatoes
humble forest
seeking peace dear noisy, stay away this quiet shelter we built doesn't have time for your bad breath so find another house to blow down just another static wolf seeking lost and found in humble forest. dear noisy, stay away you're services are no longer required.
