worry about it
care about it
that is love
the one i was taught
spending time
the one i want
miles away-
want you
arms length
at max.
Tag: Communication
everyday
everyday
i dedicate
to myself
to be better
than yestersay
so far
i am 0 for 30.
but maybe
today will be different.
chess
they sometimes ask
what’s your next big move.
i’ll tell ‘em a lie
something extravagant,
somewhere beautiful,
away from the board.
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i see the demons
lurking
behind every devious
thought;
cursing me
reminding me
you can never out run
yourself
fivefivefive
change on the way
heart sized fitting room
closed until further notice.
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 late and leaves early
he orders food just before he arrives
he doesn’t communicate anymore
just a being
exisiting in a shell
the hunters were so close
to catching a real ghost
found a prison with a hundred inmates two guards and a king wearing two crowns
i hate it here
quarantine crush
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
heroes rising
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
who are you
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.
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