today you walked with a goddess. did you tell her, tell her, tell him tell them. born a sun and we an idol worshipper- tell em, they can’t see themselves the way we do.
Tag: Belonging
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
little red dream
she wishes from a washed brick balcony stars too far to hear her but her song still travels paved with a milky trail of clouds it might be all that's left she'll never cease her song until the day the stars reach their subtle ears closer to her wolf proof balcony she'll be back the… Continue reading little red dream
standing river
just missing, this; the solace of my bed the warmth of your perfume carries me to treetops east of here a better place, i've seen it in cotton sheets but never with brown eyes hold- me
sedated
poison breath days gone by melting love daily dose hate when we curse at each otha' (hey) sedated with dancing gods filled with love passion forth just to sit and lie to each other (eh)
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;
butterfly stroke
i feel you like water between my fingers swimming inside you breath being held for hours this is my comfort place stroke in motion pool of clear water in the backyard you are home.
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey in my memories you taste like honey honey trust me i'll be your pot keep you safe in all of our haste everything we have faced never stopped to put them in their place it was all not a waste attached at the waist at your side i could never be… Continue reading winnie; mad man
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult to beg for answers everthing is truly a test but this should have been open book games being played answers written on your hand and i can't even see the scantron; laid it down you, the one in the gown pride of the hometown strutting, wearin' that crown not ready for… Continue reading hidden quiz; makeup. on.
the wanderer
the wanderer has no reflection a boulder tumbling down a road left bloody by her wife wonderous by her mistress alone by her husband the wanderer has no reflection they; walk to find something a no name feeling a response to a question on a dotted line written in invisible ink revealed by well the… Continue reading the wanderer
Saint's Muse 