took a chance missed story of an archer quiver at the no ready for the now aiming vow taking a bow hanging upside down frown quiet afternoon
Tag: Literature
arm and mountains;
change the channel i can't stand your voice; the lies stack higher than a mountain words paved with cement and sealed with a kiss; i can't stand your voice. i crumble at each vowel
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
marked on sale
the games you played are no longer on the shelf just an old joke told by that weird uncle, you see once a year at the cookout
just dessert
i find myself selfish in the most uncommon time looking for god in the hottest time picking up the phone in the middle of the desert, wrath is laughing greed is smiling and gluttony shovels what's left nothing much just a nightmare with a side of depression in a desert
little red dream
she wishes from a washed brick balcony stars too far to hear her but her song still travels paved with a milky trail of clouds it might be all that's left she'll never cease her song until the day the stars reach their subtle ears closer to her wolf proof balcony she'll be back the… Continue reading little red dream
paramedic
i am just a believer boy you are such a dreamer get your head out the cloud before you get a fever too late emergency room floatin' the juice was flowin' made a monsta' out of crayons face covered with spray ons never mowed my own lawn fuck this hospital
righteous movement
i wonder what you think of me if you think at all if you wave white flags for surrender or who you pray to if culture was the start- was that you? you've been on my mind debating to see if you can see me a little different not ready for that conversation but i… Continue reading righteous movement
favorite streamer
only way i can explain it: the body is on a delay this isn't a live stream top dono gets a shout out no- mind moves body waits a delay one part operated by me the other i i am not sure; they're kind just not me
i am hotpocket
i don't stand a chance against the sun but someone has to he stands tall without a rival burning the less worthy like a hot pocket going around in a circle unopposed talkin' reckless can never get near 'em that's not the world i want to remember if i exist will my face be in… Continue reading i am hotpocket
Saint's Muse 