i remember what time it was when everything changed i remember, i remember it i remember it like it was yesterday i wonder what would be different i feel poorly for the soul that does he missed out on something great something unique something you'll always remember
Category: Poetry
beach vacation;
wanderer at heart; piper never paid laid on the bay for all to feast on an open buffet open everything not a line just left on a vine
waving plague
everything in my palms turn black arm circles turn the planet cold icicle tips sharpened by the endless night
roots
why do you like what you like was it rooted before you knew why do you believe everything in that book grasp firmly in your hands are those roots ready to be tugged on what is really in that food that you love so much are those questions you can ask answers you're ready for… Continue reading roots
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own we don't take names we don't take statements we take answers pin them to the back of our bikes just for show;
finished; page two
second place isn't losing just a daily reminder that you have further to go; i see it in the mirror every morning a glow staring back the brown in my eyes catch fire run it back the night we walked away i want it back the defeat crawling on my skin i'll carry it on… Continue reading finished; page two
declaration of longevity
i called you you answered lets spend time yeah maybe now, i think i made it ya'll, i think i made it now down south it's so sweet why yes ma i can eat just lay back it's my treat, girl lets spend time i don't need to rhyme to let you know that i'm… Continue reading declaration of longevity
searing country-
bad things coming truth upcoming- i heard your burden the lives you carry harden the walls you support burning the love you carry turning, run;
3am trips to 7-eleven
i see in 4k but only walk backwards rear view mirrors for hands; i don't know who i am anymore- magnifying the past like bugs just trying to get passed it's all for something right
razzles & finger guns
i crave your hand in mine; the touch of your fingers a long my throat icy breath raises the hairs on my arm like soldiers going into battle your mouth moves my ears stopped working last thing i remember; finger guns & 13 going on 30
Saint's Muse 