sobered up;
didn’t like what i saw
blood stained lips
black soles
rans wild
like a love child
with a black soul
Tag: Writing
tiny violin, tiny violet
i never wanted to leave
kicking screaming dreaming
i’ll wake up
alone
sleep alone
waiting for
something
maybe a scene from a film
something wholehearted
with an upbeat song at the end
and come home
alone
324 on the dot;
i remember
what time it was
when everything changed
i remember,
i remember it i remember
it
like it was yesterday
i wonder what
would be different
i feel poorly
for the soul
that does
he missed out
on something great
something unique
something
you’ll always remember
beach vacation;
wanderer at heart;
piper never paid
laid on the bay
for all to feast on an open buffet
open everything
not a line
just left on a vine
waving plague
everything in my palms
turn black
arm circles
turn the planet cold
icicle tips
sharpened by the endless night
roots
why do you like what you like
was it rooted before you knew
why do you believe everything
in that book grasp firmly in your hands
are those roots
ready to be tugged on
what is really in that food
that you love so much
are those questions
you can ask
answers you’re ready for
how do you know
what you know
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
finished; page two
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
declaration of longevity
i called you
you answered
lets spend time
yeah maybe now,
i think i made it
ya’ll, i think i made it now
down south it’s so sweet
why yes ma i can eat
just lay back it’s my treat, girl
lets spend time
i don’t need to rhyme
to let you know
that i’m worth your time
searing country-
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;
