bad things coming
truth upcoming-
i heard your burden
the lives you carry harden
the walls you support burning
the love you carry turning,
run;
Tag: Poetry
3am trips to 7-eleven
i see in 4k
but only walk backwards
rear view mirrors for hands;
i don’t know
who i am anymore-
magnifying the past
like bugs just trying to get passed
it’s all for something
right
razzles & finger guns
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
island hopping;
hiding
is under special talent
in a tree for a week
waiting for the sun
chanting more, more, more
you laughed
only to cry yourself to sleep
the crowd roared
you gave them everything
then weeped
can’t cry wolf
and expect there to be someone
me
when the roars give out
deadly joke
shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
magic shop;
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
passive forks
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
lonely timer
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
a night long ago;
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
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