what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
