ring the bell dinner is ready- i missed it; silent to the bell house on a hill chances are i'll miss the next one waiting for the right one to ring that bell
Tag: Lovers
on the left
if i lose you i lose me two truths don't make a right so we made a left- left it all behind so i never lose me
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up broken down over the years it has been awhile you've been hiding i know you're still kicking i can see the fog like breath from your den i can smell it; old stained blood eyes you must be waiting for my back to turn but i am done with you… Continue reading den of 2013
back to basic
we will just love to love enjoy every minute of it no regrets just memories forget the rejection the anger the hate, the red door marked do not enter but is always open- let's lock it together wear the key around your neck hitch the fear stone across a pond watch every ring break away… Continue reading back to basic
countdown
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
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
Saint's Muse 