i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
Tag: Insecurity
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
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
late night dip
i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.
sealed kite
i remember the way the way you were nothing held you down out of the box kite pre tangled before any Finn changed your route.
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i see the demons lurking behind every devious thought; cursing me reminding me you can never out run yourself
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult to beg for answers everthing is truly a test but this should have been open book games being played answers written on your hand and i can't even see the scantron; laid it down you, the one in the gown pride of the hometown strutting, wearin' that crown not ready for… Continue reading hidden quiz; makeup. on.
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
pressure point; stuttering in ink
i remember when i met you starry eyed and a poem in my journal it was a love poem; swamped in your lawful eyes justice in your hands sanity for love and I find fresh air in your presence
Ladders
the night to the day to the, light all we can do is shoot up, right baby baby baby give it that time pennies don't turn changes to dimes over night put the ladder all the way up 'til we touchin' the sky a world of dreams will never be this high somehow we gotta… Continue reading Ladders
Saint's Muse 