can hear the singing two buildings over three stories up, she's cooking dinner she loves Otis Redding can see her shadow sometimes as she spins by; she saw me once waved and went about she had her hair up, maybe she was cleaning, i wish i was wearing a better shirt- next time
Tag: Power
shopping demons
she said there was no heaven i asked her what she would go after she said to the mall
memory is a bloody river
chances are you'll forget; the long nights the honest hours the weakness; and remember our last fight.
a night in Santorini
just stay an extra night will waive the fee the loose change free of charge round trip flight
comfort nightmare
take a minute and relax was it that serious she spilled a drink on you; flares burst like the fourth of July she'll never forget this night, four seasons passed n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons from her comfort nightmare
final exam
i failed you an exam i missed to hide away to blow these streets leavin' our sheets retail feats knock me off my feet fallin' failin'. your eyes are subtle reminders that these ties were never crossed left on eye level finders and lossed- one day i will forgive myself just not on this calendar… Continue reading final exam
flooded mem
i see it i see us over and over in my head like a movie still caught on fire, frame rate below thirty i remember a lot memories flow throughout the day like a runaway dam i see it and numb to the feeling
category five;
thought i'd seen it all haven't seen anything until i saw you you broke all the rules if there ever were just loose guidelines story of my life loose and never rooted for the hurricane
surrounding fear
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
just dessert
i find myself selfish in the most uncommon time looking for god in the hottest time picking up the phone in the middle of the desert, wrath is laughing greed is smiling and gluttony shovels what's left nothing much just a nightmare with a side of depression in a desert
Saint's Muse 