last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Tag: Dream
it’s january
am i a real person hard to tell non from fiction; empty beach growing waves crashed against lost sand; is this a metaphor? am i the wave? the sand? more like the beach, as a fly on the wall watching the waves watching the sand waiting for something different but i remember;
10 pm
the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail
an 11
today you walked with a goddess. did you tell her, tell her, tell him tell them. born a sun and we an idol worshipper- tell em, they can’t see themselves the way we do.
night out
beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my throat like a choker- side to side fingers grinding under my earlobe “do you wanna get out of here” i dont remember where here was beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my coat miles ahead side to sife fingers in my hair “lets get… Continue reading night out
nascar
i wonder; three hundred thoughts plundered & wondered; one too many laps a two time relapse one of your wonder -ful traps.
2nd date-
i remember very little; i loved the way you carried my memories - but after a while i guess you got tired.
the end of an argument
trigger warning; i remember the burning- the smell of blood keeps my stomach turning nightmares swarming, only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.
melody
it's the care in your eyes; behind the mystery behind the walls behind what you want everyone to see- to see dark, there is a song- you sing with your eyes a song of sorrow and loss heavenly voice painting a hellish picture
molly
molly, we've met before; i know you don't remember it was a wild night- but i think about you the gated fence the old school diner & the watching naruto until midnight. molly, i'd like to visit again, maybe on a weekend i have off or at the next festival just for a few hours
Saint's Muse 