voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
