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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Self medicating:
Why is self medication So wrong Unless it’s meditation? Alcoholics with their bottles Me with my bong Do I draw a line at the needle? Do I write it out of my song? I haven’t touched one I won’t, But that doesn’t mean I don’t Feel the need To get higher To escape sometimes From …
dreaming pt 1
I will still live.
My light will carry me
Through oceans i will swim.
I’ll laugh in the valley of darkness
And I’ll dance across the cliffs.
typical Disney fashion
In typical Disney fashion We as a society romanticize The damsel in distress Waiting for her handsome knight To ride up on horse of white Here to save the day, And kiss her pale pink lips goodnight And we have told the story so many times That we forgot it wasn’t a fairy tale And …
if you know It’s how they do, it’s how it be sometimes.
If you know it’s how they do it’s how it be sometimes: I Don’t have energy for vampires anymore They can’t get underneath my skin And they can keep knocking on my door But I will never let them back in. I hear them howling at the door now “Little pig, little pig” But I …
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A party; tea for two.
You’re invited to tea But you don’t have to come I hope that you do because I will fill up your cup I don’t expect you to fill mine too Because I’ve got enough Tea for two Plenty for me; Enough for you. If you can just listen If you’re kind when you speak; If …
Reality?
I know I am not a mirror But I see myself everywhere I go Reflections of myself in Everyone I know. I know I am human, With red blood that flows But it feels like ink, And it goes too slow. I think I am a writer, And I suffer for my art. I write …
Ghosts like me
I have been a ghost longer than I have been alive Transparent and haunting; A story for late nights and lessons learned At my Best when I leave bridges burned Down to their bones To their core In ruins we can’t rebuild I have been a ghost, Chains that hold onto me; Eyes like sunken …
A tea party
That night we Planted lilies in the dark You Said you’d never lose my spark And now we are just Two strangers Dancing in a bar A whole now in parts. I’d never seen anything else like you And you never Noticed me at all If I tell you my name is Alice Will you …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 