shelf'd ideas back burner persons
distract the void best you can't
old coins feed the well
absent minded single toothed
we fail ourselves before we fail you
caught up good hunting
this pony is gold i swear
hearts crossed fingers too

why is that hot feels broken ( Read more... )

in a house of broken toys
a fickle creature you persist
there lives proliferation
a cursed seed
a crop that chokes you as it feeds

fierce in a parked car outside
fair enough I dare not contest a usual side effect
iron wood sprouting I see you still
eating away at those dis regarded traits characteristics

self preservation imprisons me
soul gazing i see stars when i cant breathe
death in ecstacy smiling

cant fill much rather fill these shoes

rising from the deep ( Read more... )

I am the problem
you're welcome
all the words in the world
wouldn't help

you hear what you want to hear
all the words fall on deaf ears

baby wades thru high water in heels
shes storming silver linings beam
dead clouds don't dream or
grow envious green apple jelly beans
only straws fit sewn lips
clasped locket tight
suck that juice box baby
strangle me dry just like that
caprisun me baby

I've met a million people ( Read more... )

She thought she was a Canid
two crescent moons tooth by tooth
trickster grin silent growl
She thought herself a Fox
beauty, is cunning anything after all
feathered fur fleeting tween trees
red in all the right places
She thought herself a wolf
packed pack pads pound patrol pace
perfectly dressed covered in blood
She thought herself a Canid

even with a broken palette
this tongue still maps every contour
irony brings grins and happy sins
the life lessons lost you'll never understand