Sometime I take a trip down strawberry hills. Lay in the grassy fields. Wind blows softly in the air. Cold tinge and frozen hay. Laying in the grass the sky is forever clouds. While I'm higher I sometimes relax into a way. Its strawberry hills that come to mind. As I drift away time, to … Continue reading “Higher.”
Rushed through days on end. Broken glass and egg shells. Wondering where life will begin. Only to have the shell come with memory. And the broken glass of treachery. I feel lone in this world of books and faces. I wander this star lit sky with my eyes. As the cold grows onto my skin. … Continue reading “Faulty tears.”
Walking in mist. I feel followed by stars. Yet I am not one. I burn so unbright, change. She walks into the ocean. Such waves I never comprehend. Unspoken tales and desperate rage. Within words I can't explain. The ways of interest are just a drunken sad. A love so lost no; one finds a … Continue reading “The hardest part is.”
my insides are breaking thanks to mistakes I've been making. I'm not complaining, im happy I'm draining. all the toxin that I thought was medicine, drinking it in, expecting benefit, has finally been revealed, as a time waster and sickness I can feel. Love burned hot enough to melt steel, now I'm ice cold and … Continue reading Cavern Cracks
I cleaned my car out today. it felt a little funny, almost like stepping out of detox therapy. Strange. When I was inside the rugs were littered with debris, conglomerating into a garbage sea. from long voyages across bridges, akin to journeys through the mind. Never finding time to sort through, what came to. Each … Continue reading Cleaned out My Car
There was a boy once that drifted in the clouds. one day he started to scream at them and then suddenly he became a very good person. He was always honest, and good to people. He did the best that he could with the life that was gave to him. Suddenly he ended up going … Continue reading Clouds.
I slowly exit into the cold light. A leaf falls as sadness is spoken. I wish I had all the money. So I could have my own way and home. Home. A place where I could be happy and alone.. Like the leaf that falls so elegantly. I wish I could strum my guitar well. … Continue reading “Night sky.”