shame on me laughing for hours at your own misery blood stained hands drawing happy faces on the earth,
Tag: Regret
magic shop;
disappearing is an easy trick they never tell you that it's the staying, that there is no guide for
failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away like dexter morgan sail away end up on an island far enough away no one knows your face gone lost without a trace far enough away no one will know your name
carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;
the old you missed out on the new me truly all bad things come in three
bloody night
they said i'd remember it for the rest of my life the first time would be so sweet nothing would ever replace it like a mother's love; just not how i remember it, knives in my back, i'll remember that
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult to beg for answers everthing is truly a test but this should have been open book games being played answers written on your hand and i can't even see the scantron; laid it down you, the one in the gown pride of the hometown strutting, wearin' that crown not ready for… Continue reading hidden quiz; makeup. on.
the wanderer
the wanderer has no reflection a boulder tumbling down a road left bloody by her wife wonderous by her mistress alone by her husband the wanderer has no reflection they; walk to find something a no name feeling a response to a question on a dotted line written in invisible ink revealed by well the… Continue reading the wanderer
empty verse; live mutiny
i. watch. myself. through. a. window. i lost my pulse driving away in a hearse my reflection is a curse nothing but a blank verse; i. wouldn't. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone. emptiness bred immunity only one in my community before banished via mutiny leaving me with this opportunity; let. me. leave. this. hell. i.… Continue reading empty verse; live mutiny
Ladders
the night to the day to the, light all we can do is shoot up, right baby baby baby give it that time pennies don't turn changes to dimes over night put the ladder all the way up 'til we touchin' the sky a world of dreams will never be this high somehow we gotta… Continue reading Ladders
bear valley
not the river, but the dam i only have stop in my vocabulary; but i see the cracks the water pushing through you yelling cannon ball as you squeeze through my arms; it's okay on this side but over there i can't catch you
Saint's Muse 