used to go out miles away to see the stars at night
now we’re smogged out
high as fuck
now we’re the stars now
Tag: Artist
midterm
be a student
of your own class
never ditch or cheat
on yourself
a second thought
we fucked
you came
i faked
something real
fivefivefive
change on the way
heart sized fitting room
closed until further notice.
heavy loader
it is not a shocker
to see it all come down
crashing crashing crashing
into a wall
before
we toon out
hands and knees
they begged for change
and they got bills
twelve seconds
solid yet transparent
single father
of a blister memory
thorn the size of a skyscrapper
over twelve seconds large
feuding over many coins
or a six month contract
for a home overlooking a fence
and some kids walking home
from soccer practice
flipping coins
n sipping pop
playoff game
we lost.
we were barely playing,
showed up late
cussed each other out
finished strong
too not show up when it mattered most;
it’s not all you
i know the ball could have been better
not perfect, just better
we were never perfect
just humans
showing up each game
playing for our lives
knitted sweater
your warmth, was taken for granted
applied for a loan, yet you passed it.
wind resistance
i didn’t believe;
the wind would come
whisper in italics
just to follow the whispering scent-
to follow —
to follow —
to follow ——-
to let the wind carry you
without the worry
Saint's Muse 