Mar 2019
The girl with the mood ring and curly hair skimming her lower back,
Doesn’t quite know what her style is but goes with the calling of the wind,
she told me “This life is not long lived yet, but the longest I’ve ever lived”
Mentality always of older descent
Descending into the world she knew and loved
Always told she looked older
Old enough to have lived two lives
Old enough to know that “If you drown, at least you know you’re headed to shore”
Washed up into someone else’s mind
daydreaming of you in their frontal lobe
Dreaming of the day you become theirs
They seem to be always looking into life’s review mirror
Can’t get enough of the past-
life the past life
The one you lived before you took ownership of a new body
Signed the papers and checked the right boxes
Revising the one you have now
And reviewing the applicants working papers
She was the temporary occupant of the glass house
The one you can throw stones at because now it’s bulletproof
Vest protects you from the gunshots to the heart
since learning from the first life that not everything is handed to you except the rolled up grass in his tiny shed
That’s when she said you’ll never really know the real me
With the rules circling the air that left is law
Unless you went down the right path
Then you’ll never know us outlaws
In-laws ricocheting their gavel on the podium
They are the real judges
The ones who eye you up and down
Tell you your eyeliner is too thick
And your jeans too ripped
But you tell them
My eyes are black so I can keep your shiny,
fake, plastic-wrapped sight out of mine
jeans ripped so I can practice on how to sew your mouth shut
Nicotine just to fall asleep
Body heavy soaking into the queen size mattress
Soaking up the words of her parents the ones who raised her to be hell bent
Waking up to the soaking wet pillow from sweat
Or maybe those are tears...
From the nightmares she so desperately craves like a hole in her head
Ain’t no bulletproof vest for that
10 when the parents split up
16 when she thought she knew what Love was
17 when she really knew what Love was
18 when she laid down in an open field with vultures circling around her
Merry go round of men
Picking at her hip bones and thighs like it was nothing
Taking the best part and moving in on their next ****
But was it their fault if there next ****-
Was already dead....
Doesn’t quite know what her style is but goes with the calling of the wind,
she told me “This life is not long lived yet, but the longest I’ve ever lived”
Mentality always of older descent
Descending into the world she knew and loved
Always told she looked older
Old enough to have lived two lives
Old enough to know that “If you drown, at least you know you’re headed to shore”
Washed up into someone else’s mind
daydreaming of you in their frontal lobe
Dreaming of the day you become theirs
They seem to be always looking into life’s review mirror
Can’t get enough of the past-
life the past life
The one you lived before you took ownership of a new body
Signed the papers and checked the right boxes
Revising the one you have now
And reviewing the applicants working papers
She was the temporary occupant of the glass house
The one you can throw stones at because now it’s bulletproof
Vest protects you from the gunshots to the heart
since learning from the first life that not everything is handed to you except the rolled up grass in his tiny shed
That’s when she said you’ll never really know the real me
With the rules circling the air that left is law
Unless you went down the right path
Then you’ll never know us outlaws
In-laws ricocheting their gavel on the podium
They are the real judges
The ones who eye you up and down
Tell you your eyeliner is too thick
And your jeans too ripped
But you tell them
My eyes are black so I can keep your shiny,
fake, plastic-wrapped sight out of mine
jeans ripped so I can practice on how to sew your mouth shut
Nicotine just to fall asleep
Body heavy soaking into the queen size mattress
Soaking up the words of her parents the ones who raised her to be hell bent
Waking up to the soaking wet pillow from sweat
Or maybe those are tears...
From the nightmares she so desperately craves like a hole in her head
Ain’t no bulletproof vest for that
10 when the parents split up
16 when she thought she knew what Love was
17 when she really knew what Love was
18 when she laid down in an open field with vultures circling around her
Merry go round of men
Picking at her hip bones and thighs like it was nothing
Taking the best part and moving in on their next ****
But was it their fault if there next ****-
Was already dead....
