trapped in my head, she has the key what i'd do, to be free from me feels like a dream- a hidden scheme but back to you, baby, a center piece follow me, through hall after hallway doors honestly, feel like i've been here before probably, see you again in my dreams an ever-everything-bring me… Continue reading She’s the One
Category: Poetry
category five;
thought i'd seen it all haven't seen anything until i saw you you broke all the rules if there ever were just loose guidelines story of my life loose and never rooted for the hurricane
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave i know that nothing more than a walking gas station, a luggage and a few parking tickets- and they'll be on their way
getaway
i can't stop the shaking, the feeling of giving up dropping everything & start anew. somewhere where no one knows anything, where i can build, somewhere quiet, it won't stop the shaking it'll be back the next day maybe a month from now but that time sounds perfect
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in through the door under the pile of books only you know where that door is; you love to take control drive around the block a few times be spiteful as you give the keys back & back out the trap door, i worry the day you never turn the controls… Continue reading surrounding fear
gingerbread house;
is that even poetry just a quote to me using my art for clickbait my art when did i become king of this shit this little piece is for me changin' this title just for me for you, this is a plead challenge don't please leave a trail to follow not a map,
blood adjacent
these are fine this place right here found it on a whim i call it a win i call it home doesn't matta where you from you my brotha for life this one and the next your wife will be my sista your husband will be my brotha this bond is my treasure this place… Continue reading blood adjacent
waved sunday
i think about you when the walls are drawn up everything colored inside except us i think about your love on sunday morning in a hoodie and sweats ready for a marathon i think about tomorrow the what if and what not as long as the what if is you
off course
everything is diluted run through a steel strainer run dry pillow talk is the only talk ran it's course off roadin'
scrapyard
you changed a lot- all for the better just not sure who's all in an attempt to be better just not sure, better than who, i hope you sit down a write this out before all that is left is a scrapyard of mixed dreams false identities wrapped in a fleece blanket, each step was… Continue reading scrapyard
Saint's Muse 