the boy eats porridge every morning never deviates or wanders never wonders about lucky charms what is lucky charms doing tonight who are they with do they think about me do they like almond milk or 2%. never about orange juice never letting guard down for apples or other straggle fruits almond milk or 2%… Continue reading lucky charms
Tag: Lovers
fruit lovers
just a small store nothing flashy just enough to get by selling fruit and a song. wrote it for you over a pear
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles can't imagine missin' these days pjs an waffles won't put down the bottle won't get outta bed till noon lets not leave this room chill on this bed an stay awhile cuz damn this breakfast is good kick back an pull up my hood kick back an dream
refugee
fighting away the urge to fight just take a flight find a home made out of bricks read about the licks you missed in a boat sailing away; far away that ain't very fair they made you mayor now they call you traitor blow your brains out with a lazer and that wouldn't phase her… Continue reading refugee
personalized jack o’ lantern
your sweet song beckons me closer; listen to me, don't waste a hand on that clock put your hands up than down like a prayer and rip the skin off my flesh, carve me like the thirty first dress me up as your favorite dream sing that song that keeps my ears star born, don't… Continue reading personalized jack o’ lantern
inked archer
do you remember when the walls went up, the security, the safety, knowing no one will ever get in, until one archer with a single arrow sinks the wall like a rowboat whistle and a walk
lightworker
you'll lead the way will follow; protector of man- the earth below her feet; she worships the ones you will not meet; she notice electric fingers twirls the air like string earth given powers, meant as a sign to bring forth the daily wonder we walk on without regard; her gentle roars keeps the power… Continue reading lightworker
strange creature/_
between us and her just a little space we can feel it all our bodies and yours we can hear your heart beatin' through us nothin' but star dust paint on a brush our universe make a mold of your hand on ours little love can go real far.
bottom of the barrel
the bottom wasn't the bottom it never existed it was just home, the golden fish would tell stories of a land bathed in light kissed by soft air- we huddled around her stories of fulfilment and life, we prayed to poseidon to bring us; bring us to the land of the free, where goldy stayed-… Continue reading bottom of the barrel
wonder wander trail
i've written this a thousand times told you in a hundred ways will remember you for ten lives and love you entierly in this one- i worry the metaphor will fail you be lost in a bee hive as i'm covered in honey rip my chest open with your pooh like claws and never leave… Continue reading wonder wander trail
Saint's Muse 