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
Tag: Depression
something new
i don't want to forgetanything-this year has been a simulationto testeverything;to evaluate what it meansto livethat's why you can't see the scarsthey aren't real.you want to believe it wasjust to feel the fire of life
white flag over apartment 329
i caught myself from a burning feeling, something similar as running away from a place you called home. sometimes you have no choice when everything is crumbling holding onto those few things that keeps you on this earth but you can't- the smoke was thick that night waved like a flag in the night as… Continue reading white flag over apartment 329
locked door- hidden keys
trespassing, the sign said no trespassing this was my home now boarded up red tape for sale sign. missed a page or two why all i want is home to feel like home; trespassing, memories of the open house memories of the warmth fresh scent of home trespassing, not welcome it's not what i want
another great day
today beat the shit out of me same time tomorrow same time tomorrow, battered bones mixed into shit pie served all week
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
i still see shadows in my room->
i see you in my dreams that's why i sleep all the time, it's like you never left
between 3rd and 24th
can never blame or feel anger just another step, just would rather walk the other direction
closed casket:
i crave the peace trapped in a box of screaming wildebeest stomping around singing it's a small world after all, this is what they'll see on my final days death by Lion King, they'll laugh at that joke on their final meetup doing what it was intended, never want them to see the madness just… Continue reading closed casket:
She’s the One
trapped in my head, she has the key what i'd do, to be free from me feels like a dream- a hidden scheme but back to you, baby, a center piece follow me, through hall after hallway doors honestly, feel like i've been here before probably, see you again in my dreams an ever-everything-bring me… Continue reading She’s the One
Saint's Muse 