breathe taking a theif in the wind
Tag: Poet
mary j
i doubted myself, tomorrow maybe god but god damn i'm just fine
november 22nd, 2020
choose yourself- no one will remember the second option. you knew- broken steel door willfully extra ajar like aladdin a stolen wish from jafar/ a day of loss- narrative highlighted loss, spoken word gave birth to freedom, now, it's an independence day-
cold shoulder
i hate the feeling of feeling no feelings
pirate king
it's been awhile i don't look the same sound the same i like a lot of different things like avocado, it use to make my mouth itch but it went away now i do whatever i want; touching the top of oak trees surfing clouds towards a sky realm sailing a brand new ocean for… Continue reading pirate king
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what would taylor think fallen over a couch after a pint and a half brush your face it’s to early to fall
chess
they sometimes ask what’s your next big move. i’ll tell ‘em a lie something extravagant, somewhere beautiful, away from the board.
right after brushing my teeth
getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine
independence
we all want a second chance; to run- or jump fly dance a second chance to dance. i want to dance dance until i can't feel my legs and we have to fly away
skipped a beat; time police
it's like time- paused; and we came back picked up exactly where we left out. it was never perfect but on late nights i never wanted to be anywhere else- but they took me away cuffed in a back seat. processed & told to wait; wait until-
Saint's Muse 