just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
Tag: Friendship
reckless & prideful
i know what took you it's the same poison hurricane demon that lives in me departed and took you i wish i could have been there to duo that beast. find me again, in the next so we can dance another night, i know, that wasn't your last
on the road
it has been awhile hey, can i join you what are you drinking i know it's been awhile can i top you off never wrote us off just wondered after those years apart where we could have been; i see it in my dreams it's usually my fault maybe we could get dinner i would… Continue reading on the road
i am sorry, justin
i am sorry, i could give you every excuse in the book: four classes and work pokemon is calling my name toxicity leaks from veins, yet nothing grieves me more knowing i kept you on hold i can say i will make it up to you, but this stylish line only dazzles in a mirror,… Continue reading i am sorry, justin
new old dentist
something new with an old twist breaking habits is harder then pulling teeth
cut
i didn't believe so you left, your dreams were to big for my eyes floating to a planet that i didn't know existed, i see you on tv from time to time talking about your rhymes in your prime how you dropped bedtime for a dime, i remember those times, you'd like me more now… Continue reading cut
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own we don't take names we don't take statements we take answers pin them to the back of our bikes just for show;
lonely timer
my number is called upon often defusing bombs will they be there to do the same, or will i be alone watching an hourglass sink down down to zero and my last memory will be of a bomb that didn't belong to me
Mr. Logan
it's over. the smiles of the veterans stories of war memories of their loved ones all in a photo i'll remember you Mr. Logan, it was just a place of business like any other your stories made it like any other i am going to miss it, wish i got the chance to tell you… Continue reading Mr. Logan
the wanderer
the wanderer has no reflection a boulder tumbling down a road left bloody by her wife wonderous by her mistress alone by her husband the wanderer has no reflection they; walk to find something a no name feeling a response to a question on a dotted line written in invisible ink revealed by well the… Continue reading the wanderer
Saint's Muse 