not the river, but the dam i only have stop in my vocabulary; but i see the cracks the water pushing through you yelling cannon ball as you squeeze through my arms; it's okay on this side but over there i can't catch you
Tag: Insecurity
torx
i find myself closer to the bottom of the tool box used only in extreme cases every once in awhile but forgotten when everything is good; i get it when the roof isn't leaking the drawer rolls perfectly i belong in the tool box just wanted to be more
the one piggy that got away
raised with bricks stacked high with a peep hole just can barely see out cold stays in life stays out- this was fine no really i prefered it this way all the big bads would come brothers and sisters dissapear but i was good; pretended not to hear their screams pretended not to care pretended… Continue reading the one piggy that got away
participation trophy; one for the grave
you matched and won i'll never forget that you showed deflated; fates and twisted humanity they go together like target and panera every corner; but ill tell our kids- you showed when everyone pointed and questioned you fucking tried; more then they can say
sincerely, lily
lyin' to these boys you were never invited fell ablaze and denied it lyin' to these boys: you were never invited wandered the world can't trust anyone with a mask on brings you back to those days we act young dark times: hood up top down rollin' blocks flying high they called us the young… Continue reading sincerely, lily
the miner
i challenged you; further then i should have the cracks are showing and your hair is thin and i blame myself. never told you when to stop showed you how to quit just a brick and a pedal, and i only watched. i should have asked what you were thinking; what was the miner doing… Continue reading the miner
yes.
should i? wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain should i? sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note should i? read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed… Continue reading yes.
broken world blvd;
forward- all forward away from the santic minefield the shadow of a lesser form frantic heat shield; you walked a lonely road the day is now red halted on tolerance avenue left pondering your world view
a lot
after you've lost your job and the world is crashing what will you have; when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass what will you have; fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl what will you have; remembering those few days rowing down… Continue reading a lot
purity in the eyes of spirits
chase like the wind runs after its mother without thought the words find their life; the words sleep and find their way pure and it's a dream never lay with ambition; turns the dream into a nightmare loses the nature and the beauty the spirits that made these word will hold them captive the spirits… Continue reading purity in the eyes of spirits
Saint's Muse 