I peer ahead as the citrus sun sets With athletic shirt and jeans faded from sweat. I still feel your presence, it must be your mind Afraid I will go
I sat alone on the side of a road Left there to die. Left there to mold My eyes didn’t blink. My expressionless face Stared straight ahead hoping for an
Hate hates happy on a dimensional level Whether here or there or at some festive revel. He hovers after closing as he stalks and trawls Because no one I know
My friend Fletcher is a mysterious man He’s great with the ladies, has always a plan Not so reliable, but I understand He’s so damn gorgeous, a good looking man.
I won’t scarper anymore from your foisted fear As my tormenting treadmill keeps me near. The more I run, the more the belt turns Till eventually I fall with irrational
Why do you shut-in such a beautiful soul? Everyone admires you, I want you to know. Even the doubters who seemed not so loyal Chose you every time and anointed
I wish your stars would fall down to me Shine so brightly Move right through me. I wish your moon stayed full all the time Light my way Show me
The dogs begin to smell Her delightful scent Where did I take her, what’s my intent? She’s locked away deeply She can’t escape The bars squeal highly, as her fingernails
Let her see me struggling over here Let her enter my gracious soul sphere Let her feel my heartbeat so near Let her escape that pain in the clear Let
Goodnight dearest friend Maybe someday we’ll meet again When our weary souls stand tall And our alkaline tears don’t fall At least, not to the floor Because I promise I’ll
You’re the lesser brother Every single day Your heart so distracted By work or by play Your face is like Thanos Your breathe even worse You make me vomit You’re
All those times I waited for you Praying for that conciliatory chance Wasting away in a caffeinated crater Performing scenarios in a mental trance. A fool taking part in an
She calls it perversion. I call it beauty. Art comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and designations. A photo of a man, woman, animal, or object, if aesthetically pleasing to
Madness they say While healing takes place Hear his words Look at his face! He shares his pain An audacity endeavor He’s making it up Mendacity. Whatever! CAST HIM OUT!
How many of us would they kill And leave in the streets Were we to threaten their riches? These leaders we so desperately follow They see us as part of
She’s like the wind Through my tree As dead leaves flutter She thinks of me. The moonlight restores Her lunar smile Which was stolen from her A crime so vile.
So many think that the Earth spins slowly Like a turtle, sleuth, or roly poly. As the days drag on like a boring vexation The years affect us with little
I just needed a chum in the midst of a dispiriting climb An iota of encouragement could have lasted all of time. So I dropped to my knees with my
This thing, it chases me. Everyday It never stops moving, a mental ballet. It chases the thoughts right into my mind And once they are conquered. It continues to twine.
Please soften the sting of my hurting heart With your gentle and resolute healing power. A subtle smile or nod or gesture Can make so sweet what once was sour.
I can’t be who I want to be No options remain, so I’ll just be me Goin insane All these things they rack my brain Imagination trumps information A tug
“Door slam” is a phrase originally coined out of the Myers-Briggs personality type indicator system as a means of self-protection, specifically for the INFJ personality type, where someone cuts ties
Free me from this shattering star I once softly shouted to a stranger. Shady. Shunned. Shackled. Shhh. She said Desires deliver such a delicate danger. Pressure purposed to laborious life
Hello old friend, you’ve traveled so far I’m sure your frigid feet ache intensely Can I get you food or drink or warmth? May I feel your discomfort immensely. Did