stripes on shirt
today
with your soul
unstripped
seeking a home
you created one
and your unstable
thoughts
to shatter
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
there is beauty
in wilted trees
as there is loneliness
in a summer garden
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
blue carts dancing
freely
as memories
of ocean and sand
and twigs
and a tent
waltz around my
ballroom mind
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
these shackles
has been
holding
my
prog
ress
and vision
turns
grey
with
every
mo
tion.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
and as you struggle
breathing
my memories of coffee
will never be inviting
again
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
the cold draft rises from the east
up there, we are kissed by the wind
in the middle of words, we were lost
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
on the last key of my piano
i drank the last drop of ink
a medley of danse macabre
is all i hear
i moved further
farther
away from the shore
where the piano kept playing
the boat i rode
toward your heart and hand
and i was in confusion
i was lost.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
in the vast wasteland
we seek shelter
from the storm
from radioactive shells
we fled
danger, danger, here they come
we were alone
but not lonely
we were anxious yet filled with excitement
our heart beats faster
than the ticking of the geiger counter
as we approach our sanctuary
and there, away from the fallout
we found solace
under the neon stars
as we run away
we drank one last pint
of our carbonated liquor
and we stayed, waiting
as society collapse
as the world crumble
we were calm, we were happy
because we were lost
but we are home
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
you were a pulp
a sweet little bit
you laugh a while
you ran a mile
you die a little
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
a warm sheet to comfort
us from the cold
of the room
a sun kissed hair i smell
as we cuddle
through the night
to question what we are
to question where we'll be
you gave my heart a beating
adrenaline rushing
my poor eyesight
made it difficult to see
in the dark
but a foreign image
in my head
made it clear,
a neurotic blueprint
we were anxious
we are doubtful
but the moment we stopped
it all began
an angel in the night
a heaven in hell
now we bind
by the kiss
in the devil's hour
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC