i want and that's okay. to behave to learn to wash they teach, never to want. i remember a girl running in the park only paper taped to a stick, but her smile, something like; a poor man winning the lottery a musicians first time on stage winning an academy award, while remembering your time… Continue reading a magic wand
husky puppy in a lawnchair shutter shades and a starter canon mushroom cloud in the distance driveway into a ghost town ice tea empty; the last human brings a refill.
power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.
solid yet transparent single father of a blister memory thorn the size of a skyscrapper over twelve seconds large feuding over many coins or a six month contract for a home overlooking a fence and some kids walking home from soccer practice flipping coins n sipping pop
chances of a revival; last night you came into my dream last night you were a dream, to bring a few words chances of a revival: the second coming your rebirth is here. awaken looked out the window the peep hole nothing
this dream- the one that calls me in the morning eats with me at lunch and crawls into my sheets every night- i remember our first dance to Maroon 5 in a gym now we slow dance to Elton John i miss my wife but this life swipes my throat like a pup's belly. treasure;
just me and these goggles can't imagine missin' these days pjs an waffles won't put down the bottle won't get outta bed till noon lets not leave this room chill on this bed an stay awhile cuz damn this breakfast is good kick back an pull up my hood kick back an dream
sharing everything i have ever wanted, not a long list, on a posted note hidden in my favorite book. i remember those cold eyes, the ones that couldn't understand the ones that could never understand, it's why they are hidden- it's a shot in the dark but it is mine carved this hole in the… Continue reading shot in the dark
i see you in my dreams that's why i sleep all the time, it's like you never left
she wishes from a washed brick balcony stars too far to hear her but her song still travels paved with a milky trail of clouds it might be all that's left she'll never cease her song until the day the stars reach their subtle ears closer to her wolf proof balcony she'll be back the… Continue reading little red dream