Obvious and hidden. Suddle traces of honesty left like breadcrumbs. Feel like a fool. Chasing blindly into unsure circumstances for the idea of peace or happiness.
Tag: Poetry
Flask
Mask and caves know the truth behind the shadows. The glory in lies and expendables. Honey and sugar keep the normal going through the black nights and cold people. Outcomes dim and plans shatter and the porcelain is the new best friend tonight.
Journal
She writes and writes and writes. I’ve seen her draw a rose once but she prefers to write.
Her days are long with no one to talk to except her journal. People always leave but never her journal.
House to house and family to family she will always have her stories. Wars are raged and planets explode in her stories.
Living on a foreign planet far away from this one. She searches through her writing, through her journal, through her stories to find the one.
Patches
Quick fix – quick tear – quick end.
Covering holes you don’t want others to see. They see right threw you, we see right threw you. We know you stole the hot pocket.
Moonshine
Swaying side to side to the radio pop. Waiting with everyone for the beat drop.
The night is crisp with quiet raindrops. Watching the city below from the rooftops.
Can go all night nonstop. Watch her dance and shake on the tabletop.
He is ready for anything even the partner swap. Work overtime in the sweatshop.
In the gutters with nothing but a tank top. Better than up in a treetop.
Lights & Trees
Early November they come out. Never one without the other. Like there was ever a doubt. They are basically brothers. Retriever them from their hideouts. Just ask your mother. They will stay out throughout. Honey go and get your grandmother. I can’t believe how fast they sprout. You will never find another.
Revenge
She wields her blade with force and is guided by justice. Eyes see nothing behind a teal rag. The blade is her eyes. A small scale occupies the non sword hand. Delecate and fragile as she once was. She is justice.
Carriage
Your princess is here. The fairy tale begins now. Once upon a time there was tale with huge expectations. The night was average and the beer was cold. She is an amazing pinball player. Maybe this is a fairy tale.
Treat
Its almost in your grasps. Reach for the sky partner. Follow the words of our childhood sheriff.
Close your eyes and cover your gasp. You lose one but you’ll find another copartner. Troubles can be hard just remember your a true seraph.
Green Lake
He shares himself with the water. Purity and light to the touch as silk. His curly hair in the green light reminds him of seaweed. Mint and whisky swish around his mouth as he goes back for seconds. Reflection takes shape as greed. Greed lake and beware of her relentless pull.
