the scoreboard is still up broken down over the years it has been awhile you've been hiding i know you're still kicking i can see the fog like breath from your den i can smell it; old stained blood eyes you must be waiting for my back to turn but i am done with you… Continue reading den of 2013
Tag: Fears
back to basic
we will just love to love enjoy every minute of it no regrets just memories forget the rejection the anger the hate, the red door marked do not enter but is always open- let's lock it together wear the key around your neck hitch the fear stone across a pond watch every ring break away… Continue reading back to basic
runaway train
we walked away again again & again we find the same place on time or another we slow the train to jump off only to chase it back down i wonder what we missed while running on the outside
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world- you can't have it you're over reachin' don't bother tryin'- i want it all- stop sleepin' always dreamin' this life isn't for you boy give up dreamin'- this world is mine, all mine- in for a bruisin' crusin' on empty streets boy just lose it the streets are callin' come… Continue reading monkey king; all blue
left, right left
always late the face wandering home left right left head down whip at the sound of a screech a slow turn back left right left nothing new still the same piece of trash that they left last week left right left she didn't show up candle wax spills over double chocolate sweet sixteen.
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i've seen this film before the title is new the cast is slightly tweaked brought in a new female lead comedy relief rotates out setting vibrant and quiet never a sequel, waits for the paycheck and hits the road just the same genre same ending
on hold-
called to make sure you were okay said all the things that were built up that none of this matters just as long as we had each other, the conversation felt great, just wish i had the courage to dial the numbers
chanting your name;
i can hear your heartbeat roars like an engine your joy revs up louder then fans on opening night louder then the game from the television, you look good, happy
four minute mile
sweet defeat the seals on my lips taken the identity we crafted in trusted hands i release, you. on record going the extra foot rolling in those exclusive feats to run empty on bare feet running a wild rampage a breath on weary feet it's okay, to let another finish this bloody lap
car insurance;
i never wanted this but here we are dealing and wheeling down the highway going seventy with a broken mirror tears in our eyes a brick for a brake glue on the wheel a dollar for safety
