it's hard to look you in the eyes and tell you i failed when all i want to do is give you something to be proud of
Tag: Control
traffic
you let them all go into a vast opening into a world yet explored blue as the river once was garbage seeped into my lap through a tunnel built by you grease still dripping from your neck without a flag a path traffic here is awful
bottom of the barrel
the bottom wasn't the bottom it never existed it was just home, the golden fish would tell stories of a land bathed in light kissed by soft air- we huddled around her stories of fulfilment and life, we prayed to poseidon to bring us; bring us to the land of the free, where goldy stayed-… Continue reading bottom of the barrel
just a human
this won't be the last time i let you down, a bag full of errors waiting to slip down these steps- i joke say it's part of my programming but you only notice because you've always been around
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
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
getaway
i can't stop the shaking, the feeling of giving up dropping everything & start anew. somewhere where no one knows anything, where i can build, somewhere quiet, it won't stop the shaking it'll be back the next day maybe a month from now but that time sounds perfect
Saint's Muse 