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 …
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You are asleep and I…
I am a bird Figuratively not Literally In the way that I Both Love and hate To be bound To be caged. I am a bird Figuratively not literally In the way that I I long to stretch my wings To fly but the moment The cage opens I clip my own wings To stay …
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 …
Space cadet
I’m a space cadet, Took a rocket to the moon. Gravity don’t bring me down too soon. Let me take a trip Around Saturn, wrap it around my finger Like a ring. I wanna find the rover on mars, Be it’s new best friend And make sure it doesn’t spend another birthday On its own …
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 …
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 