hear the voices climbing in through the door under the pile of books only you know where that door is; you love to take control drive around the block a few times be spiteful as you give the keys back & back out the trap door, i worry the day you never turn the controls… Continue reading surrounding fear
Tag: Poem
gingerbread house;
is that even poetry just a quote to me using my art for clickbait my art when did i become king of this shit this little piece is for me changin' this title just for me for you, this is a plead challenge don't please leave a trail to follow not a map,
blood adjacent
these are fine this place right here found it on a whim i call it a win i call it home doesn't matta where you from you my brotha for life this one and the next your wife will be my sista your husband will be my brotha this bond is my treasure this place… Continue reading blood adjacent
waved sunday
i think about you when the walls are drawn up everything colored inside except us i think about your love on sunday morning in a hoodie and sweats ready for a marathon i think about tomorrow the what if and what not as long as the what if is you
off course
everything is diluted run through a steel strainer run dry pillow talk is the only talk ran it's course off roadin'
scrapyard
you changed a lot- all for the better just not sure who's all in an attempt to be better just not sure, better than who, i hope you sit down a write this out before all that is left is a scrapyard of mixed dreams false identities wrapped in a fleece blanket, each step was… Continue reading scrapyard
all i remember is the cold
i can feel the cold taking over like an ice age over summer
jail cell
can't be the breaker of chains when your own dreams keep you bolted down masking your insecurity with fools gold power got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost to let you free; but you'll be here in the morning with a new plead you can try to be free from your own… Continue reading jail cell
out for the count
fight about me i'll sit ring side run play by play get mine while you lose yours, didn't wanna be the one but i'm the one an it stressin' you out want me to take you out tell me i'm the one an you hate it- only stay one night three nights later we've seen… Continue reading out for the count
be okay
it's far away maybe tomorrow years from now just know it'll be okay
Saint's Muse 