this little space this little space that we carved out of wooden tools this little space - is ours. dingy dirty damp, full of holes and ants in the summer but it's ours. this little space in outer space they can see us dance first time at second base setting up our bookcase. when we… Continue reading a little space
Tag: Lovers
birth certificate
future sight is inexpensive it only cost me my youth
last day off
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
it’s january
am i a real person hard to tell non from fiction; empty beach growing waves crashed against lost sand; is this a metaphor? am i the wave? the sand? more like the beach, as a fly on the wall watching the waves watching the sand waiting for something different but i remember;
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
10 pm
the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail
an 11
today you walked with a goddess. did you tell her, tell her, tell him tell them. born a sun and we an idol worshipper- tell em, they can’t see themselves the way we do.
for twelve
just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
Saint's Muse 