will remember this as a failure: launch pad in ruin too soon to tune in to early to call it deaf dial tone empty lyrics
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i remember when the wants for loud and graphic playing in bands gametime in an arena the thrill of the chase of the next big thing now i just want the world to slow down not to spin so hard for a little quiet
vacant
they keep coming; to room 306- they checked in, locked the door, and dissapeared- they order room service, but no one is their to pick it up they call it ghost hunters come with their cameras leave ith empty pockets all to see room 306. i've seen him, not a they, a he he comes… Continue reading vacant
d twelve
littered enterprise dangerous dump highway twelve bishops take your queen
heart to heart
you dropped the ball you missed an opportunity she was reaching out but you seemed distracted like you didn't give a shit; two frames and no pictures math without numbers paper without desk water with frogs without lilies; can only swim in cold water long enough to take two breathes not to waste on insincere… Continue reading heart to heart
light kombat
she asked if i was blinded by the lights; two k set up in a alley behind a Wendy are they, too bright' when the scripture hit the pen humanity paused- those lights those lights filled a stadium three times the earth a field for gods to play finger football & were too puny to… Continue reading light kombat
tulip farm
i don't believe like i used to; if you can strike down the gardeners who will tend to the garden when the sun beats down when crawlers feast on roots; when you strike down the gardeners who will watch over your tulip field
how i met
i fell in love with a Robin an tedding out is the new normal featuring a segment of regret reporting live from channel news one
transitional paradox
it's hard to look you in the eyes and tell you i failed when all i want to do is give you something to be proud of
fading
loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen
Saint's Muse 