I was once in a dream but don’t feel so
I used to take pills and
would feel like a bore.
I used to have nights where i’d stay up
I used to sing songs
I used to believe in Ghosts,
but now I just
I used to stay indoors,
now I can’t wait to
Staying up on nights that dont matter.
Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks
She breathes like an old flame.
Sings like the greatest of godesses.
I knew her then..
She had some temple to watch over,
be it in herself
or her lovers after me.
The road pulled her feet
not the other way around.
My one wish was that you’d someday
While I keep my soul somewhat untethered
and blowing in the wind..
I keep it on a first name basis
with you only.
But the reality is
you get to become a movie
a poster encased in bright lights
- An overpaid actor who doesn’t
the dialogue quite right.
You get to become
my favorite movie..
The one I never watch
The one I memorize every
Just to make sure I
fall asleep before I feel
My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint.
My brother has his own life now
Myself? I need a drink.
My fathers father died a drunk
his wife buried with a bottle of wine.
My mothers mother died too soon
& now i’m worried about mine.
My aunts & uncles have their share
of wealth & poverty.
The wrong ones live while the good ones die
& I wonder how that can be.
My father became what his money attained
My mother let him go.
18 years of untrue love
with nothing left to show.
A son who couldn't stop lying
just to prove himself.
The other, simply trying
to make the best of Hell.
In haunted places
something lingers of former lives
sounds played but not recorded
but by nature & her guise,
& the stone in the floor.
The seasons that leave & come back;
something short of an anxiety attack-
The immortality of it all contained in
energy & vibe.
Postmortem spies. (Ghosts.)
I don’t want to believe that I’ve wasted all your time.
Every set of lips that ever met mine
Every conversation past 3 am.
Contradicting vibes that color inside the lines.
I don’t want to know if you never really missed me,
Just wanna get through tonight without feeling tipsy.
Define a problem by the way that it lingers;
My problem is the way that my brain remembers.
How to go forward with so little truth?
Be it left lane
Take me with you.
at that moment
there was a reason the fan was spinning
left to right
another instance of
no one in sight
front of you
my peaceful night.
Every contender begins a beginner.
With wisps of gold passing through my essence
the dancers dance with no proper introduction; (unnecessary!)
For we see who they are
as they dance
in the shadows; with wolves
or in the light; rehearsed and uninspired.
Say what you will,
the wolves always sang more in key
and with more soul