freedom isn't caught in the frame but by the taker seeing, breathing, believing by something moving
Tag: Writer
midterm
be a student of your own class never ditch or cheat on yourself
a second thought
we fucked you came i faked something real
pm to am
we weren't wasted time the clock never moved never left that couch up in the mountains- cheap leather fresh air crunchy hair skyline footwear. i remember when tomatoes used to taste good seems like so long ago when you made my mouth juicy
breakfast
you are everything i love & everything i hate- such a strong word more of despise like when you order waffles & get pancakes- enjoy this but i will remember how you treated me. so now- only order something simple eggs hash an some juice (& to whoever is watching from above you bring me… Continue reading breakfast
regis tower
we took the elevator to the top floor sunny day, we came to play, in my arms till we're all gray. wondering how we got this high in the middle of july you beautiful monarch butterfly- and than you were gone. flew away too a city not far away. i can't cross that border elevator… Continue reading regis tower
untarnished optics
in the highest coop waiting; not for a court date egg to hatch or a the crosshair to bleed red, for the wind to shift. for the softest landing around our ankles, it wasn't a ruling a spoiled omlet or an assassination, a request to breathe. so we wait, in this coop, for the wind… Continue reading untarnished optics
troy
it's the nothing that scares me; black voids a space between nowhere and a place that use to exist, like a city forgotten by google maps that place. haunted by regret sorrow and a memory of existing, it's that place that place keeps me up at night- once littered with treasure stripped clean like a… Continue reading troy
clipped crows
never a dull moment words all frozen runnin' from the moment never wanted to be your opponent. but here we are; windows wide open fear holding the keys- back when we were smokin' loud world at ease- please such a simple notion being overseas copin' with a potion. nothing but a busboy singin' sad songs… Continue reading clipped crows
sedated
last winter was the first time in a long time i felt genuine warmth
Saint's Muse 