#Writing #Poetry
Tag: Death
re(turn) to an empty church
they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church
silence of the lambs
i don't remember what it was before now; chances are somethings were the same just nothing that mattered. i remember thinking back then, that i deserved what i got if you didn't work for it like really work for it than it wasn't for you; just not everyone gives equally keeping you in the bottom… Continue reading silence of the lambs
rose trimmer
roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom
broken system
i kept typing 'i' that's how we got here in the first place ignoring our neighbors, seeing- but not listening now they see the burning yet it's always been on fire not just for i but for all
horrified
trouble shooting worldwide they never handed out tour guides but they should come and save it if you could up to no-good losing memories like my childhood now we livin' bedside sippin' tea, horrified.
reckless & prideful
i know what took you it's the same poison hurricane demon that lives in me departed and took you i wish i could have been there to duo that beast. find me again, in the next so we can dance another night, i know, that wasn't your last
(u)ntitled
it is here we saw it: cross over the moon bleeding dune two shots and your out too, just another color spectrum close your eyes and they'll still select us; they said they're mature after we endured and we were reassured it was their bag secured-
entitlement blvd
the world is burning the world is burning they still couldn't snuff it the second time or the fifth they never learn that we want to walk the same street as everyone else
tulip farm
i don't believe like i used to; if you can strike down the gardeners who will tend to the garden when the sun beats down when crawlers feast on roots; when you strike down the gardeners who will watch over your tulip field
