I’m rewriting my past, And repaving my path To the future May habits no longer Hold me back. I am one of the lucky ones One of the ones who carries scars Like a name on a cross or a house Marks, on a humans skin Like shooting stars. I am not sorry this time …
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Comes to still; the end.
The end looks so different from the beginning, But so parallel. In the spring we welcomed green growth, plants, people, life. Summer housed what I would call blooming, the greenest of green hues and laughter. Fall is a transition, harder than we have time to notice In all the hustle and bustle of life. We …
Houdini
I cannot find enough words To get out all of the things I feel. I could pull the sentences out of my throat And they would never end Like a magic trick My father was magician too He would juggle in the living room And show me his sleight of hand, He told me a …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 