The Life and writings of a Twenty-Something private eye
I don’t wanna say I’m falling I just want you to hear my heart collide with the pavement that I’ve found comfort in as of recent Wishful thinking that I’ll hear a second thud ************************************************** Remember how I’ve been telling you modesty is key? And that the ego dances with ignorance that in turn likes […]
Read More Inspired out of a writer’s comaI see the cracks in the sidewalk They spell out time and a half on a Sunday The lettering is script and pin thin But the message wrap’s around the world like eternal fray Machine thoughts and machine actions Publicized as truth And this year I’ll be the one in my own voting booth They […]
Read More Concrete Foundation/Paper Thin TruthHer dreams self induced Bittersweet morphine Her aura cleaned I sit back in the nosebleeds Tip the popcorn man for walking my way He asks why I stay I reply with the echoes reflecting off of the bleachers “Sometimes I’m a student in the stands” “Sometimes I’m the teacher” He laughed it off and clocked […]
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