Every three blocks city people are moving Did you bring the cassettes There's room for one more desk Every few cases a discarded chair An evicted shoe rack A blue and white stack The cases crescendo with gems multiplying And under the bridge a wind fairy is crying
Peering beyond the understory: a Victorian ******* of square topiaries white pavement marbled fringe, the visionary leaps into the crisp chlorine freezing in an iceblock if she remains til she is grey.
But she crawls out of this boxed madness, emotional baggage forcefully drilled into Her ****. She emerges from a pond in a wooded world remote yet available to all who seek it. An unsure path to the cottage where the witch works her wondrous magic bringing birds and butterflies to aid in potion incantations She mows no lawns. She knows the name of every leaf and berry. She sows them in her sleep
sometimes lately i’ve been feeling a little low it’s not as though i’m all alone i’ve just misplaced some of my hope but i can cope with a little help from... nope i won’t although the herb sounds superb i would really prefer some kind words atightsqueeze just for a moment please just let me hold it i’m starting to notice the ones who don’t know $µ!f instead i should focus on where all my hope is maybe a team of spirits who dream together we’ll seam much stronger so tl!b on your magnets half of happy is sadness i won’t feel this madness much longer
i want to grow i want to wake up tomorrow and do something find the dirt clean the water i want to have a job like a cog in a machine a single cell in a human being this is life: an infinite screen and God is Everything in between
There's a demon that lives on my doorway. Each year he gets another bite. There's a skeleton standing there strangled. He hanged himself with a closet hook. There's a monster mash under the mattress with an army of paws I hope to clear. And every faint moaning and every dark drawer, the unseen, the unknown must be...
intro to bedroom sessions, my collection from 2016
Check yourself out Bullying Bumble Bees don’t even bother me Bitter as Black Beans my elixirs of love mixed tears mistrust disgust **** in purple hate dissipates horrible vines threads playlists You never play this
Everything you gave to him you can call right back at whim. Regardless of physical closeness a summoned soul returns to her hostess. Some sections sullied if abandoned can bleed blackness where they landed. If a cleansing seems worthwhile you can try another style. The soul’s appendices when spent regenerate with love’s intent. Hues of blue that softly scatter soon can spectrum when we matter. Keep on crying to dry your well; keep on praying to bind your spell.
Never try to trick a fairy, because that **** will burn you from the inside out forever. Heaven and **** are here on Earth.
escape a blue speck (life is) not what you expect post-it® this isn’t real Real is when two dots connect when two lines intersect 3, 6, 9 interject Real is two coils who convect electromagnetism Real is Life That happened how? Nobody knows nobody here at least answering these questions i slip into darkenss (ice can help with this) i understand i don’t understand a robot could understand better than i but I’ve got a blue pen.
the most beautiful glass hearts are shattered, patterned with perfect imperfections, stained with painful expression of rejection dejection reconnection ingrained in the scattered reflection: white light sliced into spectrum ascension, the pension of attention.
Hanging out in my room, I'm alone and I'm ***** Sitting, wondering why you and I didn't make it Every man in my life ends up being a fake kid I've got a dark demon and never will shake it
Clicking poems out now slurping down some black coffee Thinking I'll really do it, and nobody can't stop me If they wanted me here, why did all of them drop me? I'm salty and sweet, so you choked me with toffee
My abandonment itch is so easily triggered With no dad and no brothers, my heart grew disfigured Sweetest strawberry patch in all of the vineyard Every vintner passed by never even considered
I love myself, know myself, truly am learning This caustic behavior toward me is burning I see stars when he mars battlescars I am earning I am left bent and selfless, possessed by the yearning
Her only vice was that of ****** promiscuity You couldn’t blame her—the girl had daddy issues, Body issues, the blood red American bit her lip, and hit a rip, then flicked the tip Don’t blame her she blamed herself enough, she Popped, snapped, snorted, puffed, ******, squirted A sweet escape hypodermically inserted Straight to the heart of Texas She had her lo ng list of exes Vices collect their dues.