we're not meant to bend this way will always revert back to upright
Category: Poetry
six, seven, eight
#Writing #Poetry
re(turn) to an empty church
they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church
round trip
we all die once it's the second time we finally breathe
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
Saint's Muse 