it is here we saw it: cross over the moon bleeding dune two shots and your out too, just another color spectrum close your eyes and they'll still select us; they said they're mature after we endured and we were reassured it was their bag secured-
Category: Poetry
oak base
chances are the me you knew yesterday is gone; shifted learned something new experienced something different saw something unique he might still walk and breathe the same the tree you walk past everyday you wouldn't notice it everyday but a new leaf sprouted founded on yesterday
returned prison
i can hear you yet i can't see you cheer you on from a distance but i can't see you the boxed prison: passed down and down the one you've seen in books long ago didn't believe it existed yet here it is; still around i know you are there and i see you
dented cars
this hurts everything everyone's pain shattered glass through a weakened heart; only so long before the world fires back what will be left to call home if if it ever was
entitlement blvd
the world is burning the world is burning they still couldn't snuff it the second time or the fifth they never learn that we want to walk the same street as everyone else
trey
two months ago they threw us in cages locked away the key hidden under under nothing, floating concepts thin layer of blue fabric and six feet apart. two months ago we had to re learn what was important how to live self sufficiently
oblivion
message read where have you gone not the same as you were where did the old you go. i am right here. detox is a process rid of poison that snuck up on me veins purple singing turtle got stuck in oblivion; so i've been climbing, found a motive worth this trail the top has… Continue reading oblivion
breaking news
category five; i don't remember what you look like just how you made me feel, invisible got away with murder it just followed me every left turn until it was right
rebirth ave
husky puppy in a lawnchair shutter shades and a starter canon mushroom cloud in the distance driveway into a ghost town ice tea empty; the last human brings a refill.
blanket phone
will remember this as a failure: launch pad in ruin too soon to tune in to early to call it deaf dial tone empty lyrics
