i don't remember the last time i took a breath of fresh air
Tag: Literature
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
closed casket:
i crave the peace trapped in a box of screaming wildebeest stomping around singing it's a small world after all, this is what they'll see on my final days death by Lion King, they'll laugh at that joke on their final meetup doing what it was intended, never want them to see the madness just… Continue reading closed casket:
She’s the One
trapped in my head, she has the key what i'd do, to be free from me feels like a dream- a hidden scheme but back to you, baby, a center piece follow me, through hall after hallway doors honestly, feel like i've been here before probably, see you again in my dreams an ever-everything-bring me… Continue reading She’s the One
category five;
thought i'd seen it all haven't seen anything until i saw you you broke all the rules if there ever were just loose guidelines story of my life loose and never rooted for the hurricane
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave i know that nothing more than a walking gas station, a luggage and a few parking tickets- and they'll be on their way
getaway
i can't stop the shaking, the feeling of giving up dropping everything & start anew. somewhere where no one knows anything, where i can build, somewhere quiet, it won't stop the shaking it'll be back the next day maybe a month from now but that time sounds perfect
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in through the door under the pile of books only you know where that door is; you love to take control drive around the block a few times be spiteful as you give the keys back & back out the trap door, i worry the day you never turn the controls… Continue reading surrounding fear
gingerbread house;
is that even poetry just a quote to me using my art for clickbait my art when did i become king of this shit this little piece is for me changin' this title just for me for you, this is a plead challenge don't please leave a trail to follow not a map,
blood adjacent
these are fine this place right here found it on a whim i call it a win i call it home doesn't matta where you from you my brotha for life this one and the next your wife will be my sista your husband will be my brotha this bond is my treasure this place… Continue reading blood adjacent
Saint's Muse 