your sweet song beckons me closer; listen to me, don't waste a hand on that clock put your hands up than down like a prayer and rip the skin off my flesh, carve me like the thirty first dress me up as your favorite dream sing that song that keeps my ears star born, don't… Continue reading personalized jack o’ lantern
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four apples
hands behind my back these aren't the apples i was looking for i remember the strength leavin' my tips for four straight nights four bars over four moons this cell is my home brought an apple every fourth hour four steps in four steps out just the white lines on the stone ground, they were… Continue reading four apples
just dessert
i find myself selfish in the most uncommon time looking for god in the hottest time picking up the phone in the middle of the desert, wrath is laughing greed is smiling and gluttony shovels what's left nothing much just a nightmare with a side of depression in a desert
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
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
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;
chanting more, more, more
you laughed only to cry yourself to sleep the crowd roared you gave them everything then weeped can't cry wolf and expect there to be someone me when the roars give out
failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away like dexter morgan sail away end up on an island far enough away no one knows your face gone lost without a trace far enough away no one will know your name
life
binge watched all twenty one seasons still rewatch for easter eggs details i might have missed annotated like a story, a story that grows with time
pessimistic accent
it's not that i'm not good or bad just not enough to be called glass half full
