trespassing, the sign said no trespassing this was my home now boarded up red tape for sale sign. missed a page or two why all i want is home to feel like home; trespassing, memories of the open house memories of the warmth fresh scent of home trespassing, not welcome it's not what i want
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another great day
today beat the shit out of me same time tomorrow same time tomorrow, battered bones mixed into shit pie served all week
final exam
i failed you an exam i missed to hide away to blow these streets leavin' our sheets retail feats knock me off my feet fallin' failin'. your eyes are subtle reminders that these ties were never crossed left on eye level finders and lossed- one day i will forgive myself just not on this calendar… Continue reading final exam
outer world garden
heavenly scented winds chase you earth is envious of your envious steps missing the tip of their chin. you didn't belong here, i think i think you got lost by a happy accident, you spent your time and bought everything. your steps- heels up chin up, wouldn't show tears but you knew your road leads… Continue reading outer world garden
only horse with a horn
you were a unicorn i the hunter, with my rubberband gun i hoped to keep you- still to hold near to have that kodak moment to wave a brush like a wand not to harm or for the mantle before the distant leap a beauty never to dismantle a unicorn today a unicorn tomorrow
cushion seat control
i shouldn't but i am, everyone and everything screams no you're wasting your breath time on this earth just can't hear them the mute button is stuck the day is locked the screen is set these day dreams have walked before just not today
haunted love
where did you go; the days creek by following whispers of ghost sheer cold keeps me still- yield. they'll follow me- they'll follow me 'till i become them until that day, i'd like to spend them with you, the last swish of quill before the creeks settle in tomorrow night i'll be back with the… Continue reading haunted love
flooded mem
i see it i see us over and over in my head like a movie still caught on fire, frame rate below thirty i remember a lot memories flow throughout the day like a runaway dam i see it and numb to the feeling
three second slideshow
you're supposed to grow up see constant change like watching your nephew grow up have a photo album flipping pages of a ever thinning book the slideshow of growth
shot in the dark
sharing everything i have ever wanted, not a long list, on a posted note hidden in my favorite book. i remember those cold eyes, the ones that couldn't understand the ones that could never understand, it's why they are hidden- it's a shot in the dark but it is mine carved this hole in the… Continue reading shot in the dark
Saint's Muse 