I feel like I could be the swan That you have set your sights upon I’ll give my all to reach the Sun And won’t stop ‘til our hearts are…
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Connie L. and Billy Bright Always kept me up at night Had a love that never sleeps Wore their hearts out on their sle… Everything they felt inside
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man
I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools