we ring in this new time all i want is to love love everything love everything harder everyday. to remember that is what matters, let's sing let's dance let's let the world around dissapear
Tag: Literature
city adjacent
let's run away from this town this town we are stuck in escape this noise escape the tragedy dance into a state that doesn't know our names until they know our names
amphibian library
i always here: "where did you go?" face plastered on milk cartons at the local college poster boards whispers at the taverns- i heard he's in miami now, settled down stable job sings songs on the pier to the birds or he's a frog spends half his time in the sea the other half in… Continue reading amphibian library
ghost writing
i wanted to say more i wanted to shut the window before you're last flight to have one more fight to let knuckles run red- say everything you're already gone. weren't much of a boxer anyway, wrote a thousand words and sent none like treasure it sunk to the bottom of the ocean we can… Continue reading ghost writing
something new
i don't want to forgetanything-this year has been a simulationto testeverything;to evaluate what it meansto livethat's why you can't see the scarsthey aren't real.you want to believe it wasjust to feel the fire of life
white flag over apartment 329
i caught myself from a burning feeling, something similar as running away from a place you called home. sometimes you have no choice when everything is crumbling holding onto those few things that keeps you on this earth but you can't- the smoke was thick that night waved like a flag in the night as… Continue reading white flag over apartment 329
just a human
this won't be the last time i let you down, a bag full of errors waiting to slip down these steps- i joke say it's part of my programming but you only notice because you've always been around
rain god
this isn't a game but we play like one take your ball and run whenever you don't like the outcome couldn't live without one- the rain; i remember it being, lighter walking through it hands as an umbrella a scene i remember in a novella 'wants only go so far without the time'
locked door- hidden keys
trespassing, the sign said no trespassing this was my home now boarded up red tape for sale sign. missed a page or two why all i want is home to feel like home; trespassing, memories of the open house memories of the warmth fresh scent of home trespassing, not welcome it's not what i want
another great day
today beat the shit out of me same time tomorrow same time tomorrow, battered bones mixed into shit pie served all week
Saint's Muse 