Tag: writing

Empty

A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer…

Check In 2

I probably need to do more of these since I go on “stealth mode” so frequently. I would like to say that I’ve been at a loss for words but that’s not entirely true. Putting them into complete thoughts to convey a point is…

Trees

Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between. But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I…

Parking Tickets

I can’t wait for you, Not right now at least. I’m double-parked and too broke to pay the parking ticket. It’s not a boot but a lead weight they’ll tie to my car. Use another road or find a city street but don’t leave…

Who Are You

Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way….

From Far Away We are Free

London taken from Greenwich (Cutty Sark) We are never free from ourselves. Even if you travel to the ends of the Earth, there is always someone you can never leave behind. But, when you are alone and in an unfamiliar place, you might find…

No Fixing You

You keep saying you’ll get back on track, but you can’t. “It’s not about willpower!” We are over that. But it is. It’s a part of it. Can’t you push through? Pick yourself up and grab the glue to put yourself back together again….

You’ll Catch Your Death

The water through the rocks, sifting the silt and mud. Runs over her toes half exposed. No blood left,  flesh rotted from the bone. But, noone can escape the smell. If you are lucky, you’ll go way before you get old. The soul rotted…

Always Wanting

Take it, as you see. Take me. How do you feel around me? Body is so cold and I am alone on these streets. Silly as I am. I wanted you because of you. Not your face. Not your fame. Nothing but your insides…

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