all through a window
safe and secure
nothing gets to you
but i see it in your eyes
crave the touch of skin
it’s not a sin
to open up and let it in
open up
and let it in
Tag: Life
seeing double:
every step is a step forward
forward not always straight
straight enough with a slight angle
angle that will dwell on for days
days we can’t get back
back of the line we’ve been here for hours
hours i’ve been counting
counting on someone to throw me a bone
bone that no one will throw me
me exhausted on my third drink
drink to the bottom feels full
full enough to try again
again
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 hawks
lyin’ to these boys
twenty five and we failed em
twnety one and we runnin’ out of time
you were never invited
stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’
sorry;
but not really
the words out your mouth are just silly
yes really
no they aren’t busy
they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily
damn
lyin’ to these boys
your the guest of honor
just not for honor
two years will all be goners
you say we are all on a roll
dishonor to the ones out yondor
stay home
you weren’t invited
champion
pick ya feet up
not a three legged pup
i watched you sprint up and down the street
screaming from a stop sign you don’t know defeat
now limping around
on the stand is a crown
lyin’ around
now you got your feet up
stay up you are ’bouta blow up
don’t move; this is your close up
hit it with concrete
keep your receipt
you’re on the hot seat;
goodbye-
blink machine
watched you blink
for two minutes
shut like rhymes
featured in a song or two
and gone
shut out of existence
hope nobody missed this
terror in a mason jar
fireflies for hundredth time.
flashback
i remember telling you everything
you payed with eyes
a few pennies
and you lost it all
bacchus
i believe it’s meant to be
when the rain swept away
the nine on the night of wine
left all on the right wing
so i sink
swept away on the nine
i remember the wine
in boxes- floating
sent away with a sticker in rain
meant to be
swept in the rain
sinking
on the night of wine
board game
i can’t answer
i missed that day
or
wasn’t invited
locked out of a room
i thought i had a key to
locks changed
password changed
but everyone swears it’s all the same
just pieces on a board game
saying sorry you missed all the clues
lost in a twister a ride for uno
they say to risk it all
but the monopoly you have
on the ships of battle
leaves my ticket to ride
lost.
goddess of weather-
if i believe in the worst
it’ll come true
like a bullet from the sky
rain will fall at the tip of my tongue
on 11:11 a wish i sent for;
if we believe in the rain
the clouds are our god
the weather our bible
the sun our pastor;
a religion of change
hollow being;
i remember screaming;
screaming in the middle of the intersection
no one could hear me
in a box of crystal
peaking out into thousand of faces
none shining back;
for a second
at the corner of her eye
i can see she looked
like lazer right through me
an away
the isolation
i remember the cold tips
of the ever lasting crystal
Saint's Muse 