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
Tag: Love
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
lunchable picnics
i can remember everything but what you look like the two dollar dates photos by the bookstore lunchable picnics i remember being there just not with a ghost
skytopia
the second you leave i play it again and again feel your scent like a thick cloud i imagine it's what heaven is like full of these clouds full of today everyday
checklist
i don't recall you being so essential tip of every finger punch of every joke pillow of every bed, don't know when you became a pen checking every part of my body off, when did you become everyday
never one to ask for help rather bleed on the sidewalk then ask for aid at the tip of the blade they prayed then betrayed all digging a grave with a heavy spade no tombstones no markings prepared for that future; seems further by the day
Saint's Muse 