i can feel the cold taking over like an ice age over summer
Category: Poetry
jail cell
can't be the breaker of chains when your own dreams keep you bolted down masking your insecurity with fools gold power got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost to let you free; but you'll be here in the morning with a new plead you can try to be free from your own… Continue reading jail cell
out for the count
fight about me i'll sit ring side run play by play get mine while you lose yours, didn't wanna be the one but i'm the one an it stressin' you out want me to take you out tell me i'm the one an you hate it- only stay one night three nights later we've seen… Continue reading out for the count
be okay
it's far away maybe tomorrow years from now just know it'll be okay
i am sorry, justin
i am sorry, i could give you every excuse in the book: four classes and work pokemon is calling my name toxicity leaks from veins, yet nothing grieves me more knowing i kept you on hold i can say i will make it up to you, but this stylish line only dazzles in a mirror,… Continue reading i am sorry, justin
four apples
hands behind my back these aren't the apples i was looking for i remember the strength leavin' my tips for four straight nights four bars over four moons this cell is my home brought an apple every fourth hour four steps in four steps out just the white lines on the stone ground, they were… Continue reading four apples
wallowing in the dry;
living for a challenge set the difficulty early left in a gutter waiting for rain, like waiting for a god to remember what they left here wallowing in the dry crying for remembrance at your temple of worship not to be left here to die, you'll get back to me probably not, but that's what… Continue reading wallowing in the dry;
marksman weekend off
took a chance missed story of an archer quiver at the no ready for the now aiming vow taking a bow hanging upside down frown quiet afternoon
arm and mountains;
change the channel i can't stand your voice; the lies stack higher than a mountain words paved with cement and sealed with a kiss; i can't stand your voice. i crumble at each vowel
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
Saint's Muse 