Line after line after line. Bent over the cold white tile counter
Line after line. Dark side record covered in pearls of snow
Line. Rolled up $1 off an Ikea desk rails pushed together by fingers
.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Call me Miss Cleo
I’ll read your cards
Over the phone
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
my last love held his gun to his head
So sweet so kind
The gun was not
Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife
My friend liked to drink
He fell down the stairs
bled out
Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground
Off the side onto the rails
I watched him jump
His shoes popped off
my guardian angel
we all have one right
Mine walk with a black mist
She wears all black
Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely
I was told she watches over you
to protect and guild
My angel is death
She keeps me still and silent
She watches and reminds
She’s not far off
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
I wonder what it would be like
If my whole world. Wasn’t inside
Of a little blue pill
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
My world is in the shape of a shield
Small and divided with smoothed over edges
My world is bitter
When left to dissolve
My world is better
When Taken at the same time, every morning
My world
Is like me
Bitter when left alone to dissolve
Better with some routine
My world
Fits inside a small orange bottle
On my coffee table
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
These things were never meant for me
And I ache from clawing at the ground
As time pulls me away from those moments
Anything to stay
Anything to numb
Anything to encourage ignorance
Anything to to avoid being alone
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
I’ve had a nice vacation
Living in my own happy world
Looking in on the life I had
Missing it
Craving the wild I once was
little blue shield shaped pill
One every morning
Dampen who I am
Diminish my light
Destroy the art that once was
I’m ready for the vacation to end
I miss who I was
I want to feel that freedom
I alway thought was a cage
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
If it didn’t happen the way it happened
What if it happened now not then?
Would it have turned out the way
The way we both expected it to?
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sometimes I think I still see you on street corners
Minding your own business
Going somewhere
To someone
With something to do
a smile on your face
And it makes me happy
To know you’re happy
And it makes me wonder
How a feeling could linger so long
When it probably isn’t
What I thought it was
Sometimes I think I see you on street corners
But it’s just a stranger passing by
Or maybe you’re just a stranger now
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I’m made of thread
I’m sewing up my freyed parts
With the strings I’m made of
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC