it wasn't the first time or the second or the sixth or the last it was the time in my dreams i could never forget
Tag: Dream
homeless boy
with all these roaming thoughts running wild in a field of pollen towards a wishing well singing simple as... the well joined in at the chorus and it's simple ass that
a magic wand
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
rebirth ave
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.
who are you
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.
twelve seconds
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
already gone-
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
your song
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;
Senior Skip Day
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
shot in the dark
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
Saint's Muse 