infinite amount of chances
just gotta take more
he told me that
before he passed
he said
you never know what is a bullseye
until you shoot.
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
infinite amount of chances
just gotta take more
he told me that
before he passed
he said
you never know what is a bullseye
until you shoot.
the first night
i stayed up hours after
playing it back in my head
on a projector
& my eyes the bulbs
every second
didnt want to forget
the smallest detail
today
you walked with a goddess.
did you tell her,
tell her, tell him
tell them.
born a sun
and we an idol worshipper-
tell em,
they can’t see themselves
the way we do.
just living
a false dream
someone elses
somedays, it’s a cape
flying around
catching bad guys
other days, it’s a noose
holding me still
gasping for another way out;
someone else’s dream
like a torch bearer
we only run forward
i paid
to be accepted
only to be denied
fair treatment.
singing among the treetops
cursed to walk the ground
your song only calls
the hell hounds.
ive been writing
mostly hiding
idk if
i like what i see in the mirror
but at least
i can see
it was easier before-
before, everything.
they took everything not nailed down
but nothing more
Precious
than my eyes to see you clearly
i worry
i’ll sink
beneath my thoughts.
breakin’
Breaking in
takin’
what’s outs
please stay
on all fours
youre crazy.
why would i stay here
this was a dream here
once upon a time
now youre a rhyje
on the dotted line
dont bother reading in between
you were fine
A counterfeit queen.
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my throat
like a choker-
side to side
fingers grinding under my earlobe
“do you wanna get out of here”
i dont remember
where here was
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my coat
miles ahead
side to sife
fingers in my hair
“lets get a slice of pizza”
that
is a great idea