A little bit of love is for all this fun. Jumping up the street and beating your chest with joy. To far away from today and you know it all feels Okay on some level at least. And a hug is a greet and a goodbye feels un-neat. Because you can never wrap it all up in a tight little parcel and hope it’s Okay. Because you know its going to be. So budget your feelings and hope you have enough for next time. I will.
I have a bunch a cash changed for coins. With two sides each I’m glancing at the choices. I need to pay my bills that creep into my wallet like a pick pocket. The plans and mishaps we have are in the wind like a burnt out fire Choking the past so much it coughs it’s heart out. Let’s put those bills in the adult section with trying to decide who you are and health insurance. Compartmentalising, is there a sweeter word?
Growing up dreamed to rap and swerve cars, But life gets taxing and they tried to have the sir charged. For real was ODing in the city, but now I’m on my frank inscense and mur bars. It’s first Class, disperse heart, I learn fast and I’ll master this earth, Spread love, gotta work hard. Calm storm I be in the third eye of it, Wavy on a beat but the flow gotta iron it. I’m tired of the liars so I’m tryna speak honestly We’re made in his image… Read more Light Quill. →
Gripping hold of my breath. Grasping the life that’s left. Instantly open to a picture of a broken chair. Quick come quickly to the beasts ghastly lair. Wow to the world that so easily makes us fumble. Woe is the death of the homeless stumble. Let’s chat about craving labour. Love is what’s left. Not what’s right.
A B-grade story- For the fifth time that night Philip thought he saw a figure in the gloomy distance. If he stays in one spot it looks like a human standing or loitering, it could be smoking a cigarette or checking it’s watch. Whenever he decided to investigate it, it would transform into a bush or a monument. Phil knows he is paranoid and he hates his shitty security job for exacerbating his thoughts. But it is the best paying job he has ever had and he wants to prove… Read more The Greenbacked Graveyard Monster →
And the sunlight strikes me as I sit and the Bees fill the valley with the monotonous joy that is work. Loyalty forces my heart to beat with happiness Panting beneath my feet, this is a soul worthy of love. Catching flies in my wake like a dedicated soldier. My heart beats with happiness. Someone who loves me My flaws awake doubt She holds my love dear Her heart is pure gold. Mine has colours stretched. She loves my difference. In my heart I know Her love makes me glow That… Read more Lucky →
Lets hear it! Go on, spit it out! We’re waiting for it! Are you keeping us in the dark? What are you hiding? Is it lies? We’re back from the dead. Living a real life over again. Beating hearts giving us the movement. To mimic symphonies.
Deceive me, But call me a liar. Hurt me, But call me violent. I’m the narcissist that slips in your sheets while you sleep. Wrap me up, Package me for delivery. Grip my heart, keep it for surgery. I’m the Masochist that licks his lips at your liturgy. Drug me, And label me an addict. Starve my curiosity, denounce my ignorance. I’m the one who saw and thought But didn’t know how