There’s no where to hide it
There’s no where to ride it
Running against the wind
I ain’t turning around again
There’s no where to write it
There’s no where to cite it
You went crawling
‘Round middle earth
And found your end
Like electricity humming
I can hear what’s coming
Are you on my blocked,
Or following list?
Do you think we’re friends,
Or wanna punch you with my fist?
Remember back in the days of drinking Tequila?
Sitting in rooms announcing “my name is Delia”
Walking streets unfamiliar
Watching skies turn red
There’s a lot to assemble
Have you been to Utah
Have you seen what he saw?
Are you in Arizona
A living loner?
He likes to take pictures
And sell them in the back of his van
He refuses to contribute to the cause
Guess he’s a greedy man
She blocked me
Then burned down our bridge
We stopped talking
Retraced where she hid
But kept walking
Like she owned the town
She’s stalking
I might have lied to God
Complained my thoughts were dark
Denying any plot
Strange he’d call me prudish
Felt a bit like Judith
I could never prove it
Looked him in the eye
Might have told a lie
I can commit
To purgatory
Dear Boomers,
I can count my blessings.
Underpaid, middle child,
Carefully prunning circles, be thankful, I’m hateful.
Hard not to be pessimistic
The sunlight will come
And you can’t dismiss it
I can feel all this mass and matter stirring
The direction my anger is hurling
Politicians out wearing pearls
Hollywood wrapped around young girls
I musta invented suicide
Think about it all the time
Know it from the insides
Know the places it hides
Sometimes I think you are him, he is you, I am not me
Can’t think clearly
Like I am the Looking Glass
Fractured but I don’t think I’ll last
Passenger purgatory
It’s like living between
“Maybe you’d return for me”
Don’t want to accept they have died
Ghosts dissociate
Sat in the eye of a storm
Watched it form
Encouraged clouds in the sky
Your seven hours late
Bed already made
Got sunlight on a noose
Hate on valet
Better stay out on the loose
Don’t be in my lane
Cuz crooked is the truth
The veil was lifted
My hate has shifted
Well it’s been six months
I ain’t changed much
My only advice
I wouldn’t give you one
I think I like Japanese
But then I probably wouldn’t get too far into it due to my ADHD
I like to sit by the sea
But then the noise becomes so loud it’s too noisy
You take too long
Being gone
Then you go and drop a note
It’s like you left the light on
I know what you’re up to
Endless hours
How evil travels
Wrap your sin in a tourniquet
What’s it like having all these different variations of time?
Can you read my mind?
He went directly to the CEO
He skipped the line to the ferry
I’m sure he made a call or two
He was calm, he was merry
Feed me bedtime stories
Lorazepam
Tell me that you love me
Just as I am
How does earth hold all this water?
How do you still love her?
Chris,
It’s all ones and zeroes
Chasing numbers
Highs then extreme low’s
Sleepless slumbers
We’re hardly heroes
Embedded in my bone
Lost in a fast world
Chasing more
Awake with war
Don’t worry what was said before
One second past
That’s how long love last
Function over form
A beloved storm
Stop to smell the coffee
It’s called lethargy
Doors are sealed
Manager statements concealed
I still haven’t healed
Anger like a vine
Ripping through my spine
Hate him any timeline
Are we leaving or loitering?
I can’t stand all the muttering
6 pounds of psi
How heavy is a lie?
I dreamt of AWOL
It’s not much your fault
It could be a thought <(can blame u4anything)>
I felt you through line
Every written rhyme
Thinking I was something special
“You do this all the time”
Naivety
Hits like gravity
The math will make me cry
“Take a look in the mirror”
They think it’s getting any clearer?
I’m about as dumb as one can be
Can we stop looking?
Today, I had a procedure
Probably, needed a preacher
Doc said “I won’t be living longer”
Does she know something, I wonder?
And I’m always talking to myself
Sometimes I know they listen
So what I’m thinking I won’t whisper
Like the location of my enemy
The deepest pit inside of me
“Always keep em guessin'”
My biggest lesson
You’ve got the same composition as an astroid
You come on soft but you are hard
The radio is static
Set on automatic
I’m stuck in a bad habit
He doesn’t like where he’s at
He’s hung up on where he’d rather be
Climbing mountains
Making love by the sea
He’s staring in the mirror
Retracing what he needs
Shackled in the now
He lacks faith on where to flee
The sky, the stars
He’s writing in his dreams
Upon awakening
He’s convinced, were made for me
A sign to post on my door…
“Do you know why you are here?”
That question is so profound
I’m lost, not found?
<LITERALLY THE FIRST THING GOD WOULD ASK ME>
probably*
I’m 25 million miles away at the closest point
Unknown territory
Find someone to anoint
Past dead and buried
Possibly scolded God,
“I AM UNMARRIED”
“MY THOUGHTS ARE HEAVY”
“DON’T STAND NEAR ME”
Passenger purgatory
BUT THE VOID I CARRY
Like falling stars
Black holes forming scars
In steps we wary
But here we are
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P.S. I’m always stirring up some type of shite, I’m done being sorry?
I need a P.O. box for penpals/snailmail/hatemail/no mail
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