22.2023.05
Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?
Real, raw and reckless with my mou… Doesn’t take much to get that side… Got a lot of shit I been keeping… Cat got my tongue or is it pride? Perpetual game without the seek– w…
Close to the top then fall back do… Hit every stop then kiss the groun… Ready to yell– can’t make a sound. Darkness sending clouds to my town… Fools shriek where cowards play.
Is it really that easy to turn the… Is it too much– to stand up for th… Walking over the homeless– asleep… On your way to a bar hop or fancy… Can I say bleak?
Made up my mind Heart’s invested. We’ve been this. Seeing the signs Gifts of Hestia.
What does it take to just be Do I sit like this, do I look lik… What does it take to just be From the cuts on my wrist to my ba… What does it take to just be
Look at you look at you Look at your hair All of your 'real’ friends Care what you wear. Don’t flash a label
The eyes are always watching every night every day They want to know who’s talking to know just what they’ll say
Doubted development. Deprived days deemed dire. Damp. Desol… Dithered diversity divides dwellin… Darkness dauntily duping dyna…
In need of resuscitation– I can n… It’s hard to see the forest when y… Circumstances beyond my control ha… How many more cuts– before I no l… Confusion sets in– is this another…
Free my mind of all your ways and tell tale signs. That’s where I draw the line. Make your way right to me
Painted picture in your head– you… Everyone I meet– sings this same… Do I have to look and act like yo… Judgement and accusations must be… A fight is what they all seem to w…
A chuckle at my hardship. A pity when it’s yours. Every way you could betray me right down to the floors. Turn the other cheek now.
Checking the box. Freeing the locks. It’s time for the Wisdom to Rise. School of hard knocks. The hand of a slighty fox.
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?