#7-11
Five twenty Texas.
In the morn
Fore the busses test their horns.
As a train rattles next to 377
Before I hit 7-11
Where I bet a dollar for a million
Sometimes two on a billion.
Never won once
****** little *****
I'll win tomorrow.
Cause I'll be up drunk for
Five twenty Texas
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
her critical thinking gone astray
her tupperware mind seals in the flavor of her intents
nail polish chipped
no ring to show the lay of the land
bright eyed with hints of joys
sunglasses askew
lipstick on her neck
this casual girl
in one brief moment our worlds collide
parking lot of seven eleven
she is a complex song not to be heard
but to be felt with the heart
this casual girl
she unbuttons her shirt
and shows her new tattoo
woven pattern of snakes and flowers
reflection of the mind perhaps
reflection of the casual girl and her inner tears
my heart grips this as she turns to leave
this casual girl
slave to her moment
she must go with the crowd
she must be a popular girl
in that brief moment our worlds collided
she spun like the summer sun free of her tears
she lived for my presence for the first and last time
she desired to speak to me
i never even knew
this casual girl
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
There is love in the world
Overflowing like a slushy held by hands that can't seem to find the off switch
Everything that these hands touch are now sticky
But you still taste the sweetness
It fills you mouth with a taste unlike any other
And whatever you come in contact with
A residue is left, lingering behind
That tells others
I was here
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC