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
i hate it here
can hear the singing two buildings over three stories up, she's cooking dinner she loves Otis Redding can see her shadow sometimes as she spins by; she saw me once waved and went about she had her hair up, maybe she was cleaning, i wish i was wearing a better shirt- next time
trouble is they have been here on the street singing for a nickel 'this is art' blaming the system for paiting a red 'x' on the front of their backs
power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.
i do not remember the last thing she said as she walked out with crumbled panties and a ripped ticket stub
jump jump let the past be past jump jump the slam behind is the closet for the nines fines build lines fluid jump jump the rope jump jump the broom jump higher higher flyer on a billboard off the closest exit in the old closet jump jump the old days
his words carried further deeper on my way to heaven please please please let me hold on to all of my all of our memories soaring higher than sora to a kindom where our hearts never die please please please on my on our way to heaven
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
your warmth, was taken for granted applied for a loan, yet you passed it.