No room for doubt
A chair calling the anxiety I call bad, misinterpreted.
A doll covering a hole in the ground calling my shallowness vague.
Through the light, where I can see, leave me no room for doubt.
Monday 23rd April 2018 11:34 pm
Entropy
Time is a bomb and love is a laserquest
I jump into the lone stream
Where can we travel as one dream
How can I ask of myself where to go from my dream...
Almost necessary to beg
But why isn't it so obvious?
Ticking clock and it's embarrassingly consequential tock
looking down on me
An heir of words doused with troubling thoughts
and feelings
Evinced with reg...
Wednesday 21st February 2018 5:48 pm
To be a Stranger
Help me
My foot is now nothing but a cast
Walking the part, talking the talk
2 seconds in the dirt, I have to ask
Help me
To be a Stranger is to be estranged
I'm hurt, somebody should know my name
I can stretch my hand, I can dance again
So go ahead and ask
I won't be a stranger again
Cause I'm scared of the other, not the new but the other
The darkness ...
Wednesday 14th February 2018 3:50 am
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