her innocence is soluble
when dipped in
expectations,
her mirror;
like the bottom
of dinner plates,
her wrists are
tire marks on
gravel roads,
she sees not
what we see
but in what he
sees is what
she cares
but who is he
now?
a riptide splitting
face paint
saturday nights,
veins of toxins,
staring at roadkill
and streetlights
and garbage
hugging curb-sides
mixed with dust
days followed
with headaches
and remorse
dying not
I can see it in her
eyes
she’s only 16
                           MJB

I'd give you a three leaf clover
Yes, that's three not four
Each leaf has meaning
The first is faith
The second is hope
The third is love
And the fourth is luck

But if I have you
I don't need luck
I only need three
I only need love

I'd give you a three leaf clover
Yes that's three
Not four

There once was a time with every thought of u i smiled.
But knowing that you're sad how can i ever be fine.

I already ran a thousand miles
With battered knees, a broken heart and a shattered spine.

fallow thoughts, sorrows wallow
already tasting tomorrow's shallow swallow
fallen breath is all that's to follow
smallest hope, almost hollow

if i'm your only inspiration
boy, you have it wrong
it shows that your mind is weak
your writing isn't strong

is this some kind of infatuation?
or your way to prolong?
put away your violin
i already heard that song

living lives of contradiction
where the facts are turned to fiction
we are the cause because we are the system
we are the killers, we are the twisted

misunderstanding is our affliction
where a touch is turned to friction
we are the burn because we are the symptom
we are the killers, we are the victims

It's about time to have your mind blown
courtesy of the refined drone
in a rhyme zone
design prone

i'm about to hit you with a sublime stone
you're not even in my time zone
i find clones
resigned moan

enough reality to make a mime groan
words from my mind's own
the sign's bone
i'm line prone

i'm the one who makes the slime known
from a velvet lined throne
the blind's shown
divine known