I wasn’t there For myself I was there For the moment When you needed proof When you needed A hammer to bring down So I let you use me Drove Parked Waited Watched you get out And confront my past My proud passenger “Right, Jake?” Point to me. Thumbs up as I sip A coldContinue reading “Invisible Man”
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Oly October
Just like the city, she’s different. Not off, like the way you feel walking down certain streets downtown in the capitol city, but different. A new flavor of a coffee from Burial Grounds. A book you never saw before, In Bower’s library. Indeed, a store or spot that you never really had visited yet, evenContinue reading “Oly October”
Sickly Sweet
Like flowers Put through the ringer
Cullfield
You can’t wear it Like a coat And not expect some Holes to form And stains to stay Nor mud to cake As you fall unto Unbeaten paths You can’t expect To not stumble Through the fields Of the apex predator Without damage incurred You can’t wash it Without losing memory It’s clear but onlyContinue reading “Cullfield”
Zen Ana
Idea weapons From legends of old Slaying demons Thinking they are so bold This night is ensured To grow as legends do Telling the story Of demons went through Maybe I’ll be legendary A star-writ story Carved from enduring today A threshold here Defending you Against a horde Of demons I would Do whatever ItContinue reading “Zen Ana”
Racketeering
There are tears for things That we don’t give away A pause of breath as we Save sentiments Yet upon the coffers lie An excess of counterfeit Songs and music worth Their movements in gold Still, the greed to keep What’s sweet lives on As sicarios in the sun Who can’t have enough Denying theContinue reading “Racketeering”
A Moment To Myself – Journal 8/27/17
Housesitting is happening again, but man that is the least of what’s been going on since the last journal. This is why I’m happy I have this thing. People might like to hear about this! First thing’s first, I fixed up my car again. Thankfully my passenger was already gone by the time it overheatedContinue reading “A Moment To Myself – Journal 8/27/17”
5/20
Apartment living Music ripping Chilling Riding my Schwinn To sophomore year Glacier cherry Gatorade Back in my backpack Next to lighthearted Bags of summertide Turning sixteen in Washington heat Never knew I was new Had to choose to Do something with it With this First relationships And apartment My limit Downtown Puyallup I had noContinue reading “5/20”
Slam, Bitch, Slam
Two Years Later And she’s still the only one Who can make me feel Like I’m doing something Wrong That is why it is natural I know what I feel Should be the thing to Make me doubt myself Fuck it gets hard sometimes When I’m reminded of her Or you compare yourself To herContinue reading “Slam, Bitch, Slam”
No More
She never really Told me about where She came from I know where she was Born But how she got 3000 miles away I’ll never know When she went into Foster care Why she hates her mother And because of that Why she hates her First name I’ll never hear more About that time inContinue reading “No More”
Consume Reality! 