10.2023.06
Sensations attack As I crave what I lack. The me that I was once before. Slamming the door On the lies and the lore
Waiting for the other shoe to drop… On edge, tiptoe in the cornfield. Rip off the bandaid won’t you? It’s all become too much. Tight rope walking, one wrong move
Saving our Souls Shouldn’t that be the goal? yet we’re marching little soldiers doing what we’re told. Meant to be free.
Once burned, it hurts to say the r… To have and to hold. Got to get t… Can’t deny it. Yeah, I have regre… I ignored her needs, Wow! It’s M… Step by step, still a long way to…
Dancing in the eye of the storm. Wings stretching out past regulate… Fire within begins to take form. Water surrounds maintaining the wa… Not to be consumed lightning flows…
Save me from myself. I don’t know who I am. I know who I was but I don’t know… Nothing feels familiar. The ugliness I feel on the inside
If you had time What would you do Without the quickening of the worl… Without the hastiness of your shoe… Would you read thousands of books
Just tell me you want it As much as I do. No real need to flaunt it Relax and keep your cool. Close your eyes and feel me.
Public enemy number one. Everywhere I go someone tries to… Sit here, do this, don’t do that,… Critque how I live, my choices an… But sit and line up to watch me ev…
Am I waiting for something Am I just at the precipice All these feelings can’t be for no… New truths on the edge of my lips Revelations of a New World
It’s almost as if by design. Obliviously walking the line. Am I the only One seeing the sign… Revelations to blow the mind. The Ocean is tired of our ways.
Meeting every fantasy. Share with me your desires. Wear my Love paint it red. Walk with me when you’re tired. Waves of calm to soothe instead.
They can have my darkness if they… If that’s what they need. It can be theirs. What they think is I am holding her hand
My poems tell a story But I post them out of order. All this la di da in my brain– nee… With words– it’s become a hoarder. Or do I have a disorder?
Blank slate Is that what you call fate? Diamond inside the square shape. Never late. Take your time we set a date.