Wednesday


 

 

 

If I had a place to lay my head

I wouldn’t worry so much of the

Weather. If my mind would stop

Racing, I wouldn’t worry in the rain.

If I had a star to grasp

    Amongst the cruel world

I wouldn’t cry into the river.


 

 

 

Sifting through memories

  Stored with this body.

Trying to find a time where

   Nothing mattered besides

The teeth in my mouth and

The toes on my feet.

 


 

As feelings before me

Begin to vanish with

The winter’s harsh

Wind- I remind myself

To breath in.

Lake Street Dive - Mistakes (Bose Better Sound Session)


poem

As I admire the light

Of the full moon-

Dark in the night,

    Dark in the woods.

My dreams seem so close,

   So real,

As if melodies were pouring

Out from each ear,

Evaporating before they reach

    Air.


Friday

 
Setting fire to all I know
   Tragedies lost
Down the drain
Where my time seems
To stick to months
And months of rain
Nothing inside makes
Sense anymore
With a devil on my
Shoulder and a crow
Walking me out the
Door. I can’t seem
To find my left
From my right
a n y m o r e