wish and washo
asking for a prayer
gifted and quit it.
begging for the night
got the winter
the morning
the winter.
wore the crown
left your book
crown weighed a ton
ending the feud
ending the cycle
tour of france.
Tag: Connection
bubbles in this bitch;
rising tides higer bars loving times
they could never beat you;
they rubbed sand in your eyes
and you blinked in there face
bitch-
they can’t keep you down
your standards let them know that they are all clowns
probably should have inserted another noun
but it is what it is
the money makin’ ms
when you take the pop quiz
all the answers are b for back that shit up
i’m about to blowup
take a picture beacuse your makeup
could never look this good buttercup
blow bubbles on them babe
hit them with your cape
they are all just lesser apes
that gave up on their dreams.
i feel bad for them.
jungle book:’
it’s raining;
a week of it or so
nothing stronger then the fire
you left and now everything is gunfire,
rounds in my captivity
less and less full activity;
the rain came and it was already a jungle
beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains-
i needed your sun
and the beast came
howling at night
hunting during the day
lay away pathway waste in a day
mayday – mayday
wish we could find the boat that day in may
and sail back, to an island
leave this jungle-
the rain washed away the map
in branches hiding from monsters
looking at the sky
hoping for a pause
looking at the sky
blender
it swirls inside me
nothing i can do;
locked in a room and nothing but a light-
hearing the blade swinging round and round
a powerful swosh like top of nike hill
falling;
shaking with floating pieces of a being
i can’t make out
and everything goes black-
falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance
racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine
it’s not fine the blade has spoken
a mango blast
a tango last
left on hold;
i wished for a miracle
i was put on hold;
humming along to we are the champion
i can see myself in a crown
before it melts
never replied
i’ll keep calling
you’re worth the miracle
silver medal
there is no where to escape
all exits are blocked
and i hold my hands
wishing on a star that i’m not acquainted with
not yet;
for an answer
the pedestal is so lonely
second; third is a ghost
and first, first is somewhere else
here and no crowd or medals
just a box with white chalk numbers.
no one would believe me;
with all these opened doors
they never checked the locks
no one remembered those nights wandering
smoke in the air – silence
no one remembers the phone calls they never got
dialed and hung up dialed and hung up dialed
just to hear an answering machine
to feel the chills down your spine-
no one talks about it.
so we just sit on a couch a ghost, the one who got away
and me, a silver medal
first floor – second deck hall of a balcony still under construction
i only can picture you
not in a frame or a scrapbook
a memory;
where we all live
in harmony dancing on the first floor
our favorite floor
the song- our song
the one that hasn’t been written
it’s our favorite,
and you’ll hold me
run your fingers through my hair;
(you know i love that shit)
you know i love you
since the moment i saw you
that song began
my- our favorite
on this first floor
of this safe place
yes.
should i?
wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain
should i?
sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note
should i?
read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed it all into my road rage
should i?
show up at your door let you know this is meant for more i’ll never leave this is what i stand for
should i?
bottom of the ninth
your sales pitch
a curve ball off plate
swing every time;
it’s the eyes across the green
meet mine,
disarmed and the bat falls across my knees
i believe you,
ready up
a curve ball off plate,
your eyes are honest
your hands are not
the way; the only way
it wasn’t the beautiful eyes
your beautiful smile
what you love, intrest
the way your cheeks shine when you laugh,
i mean really laugh
the way your voice perks up when you talk about something you love
when you talk about your future
how you want to impact this world
the way you touch me
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you love me
it’s how you saw me;
the way your beautiful mind puts me together like a puzzle
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