What if we are the aliens? With shitty perspectives. Moving during the day and sleeping during the night. What if we are the aliens? Eating meat-killing animals. Stomping on tulips in our finest pair of combat boots. What if we are the destroyers? Polluting the air Contributing to
They don’t need you. I take that back… “They don’t deserve you.” -All the good you’ve done. -From the heart… But it’s all good… It’s all good. It’s all good ! They don’t know what I’m composed of… The queen they serve… They don’t know what I’m made
Mentally, I wasn’t prepared to make the jump. It just seemed so far down, I was scared that I would hurt myself. Plus, I had run out of the room so fast that I didn’t have time to gather my thoughts. I had no escape plan. I didn’t know my
Paper bag poem Like a sunflower We all had seen better days; right outside the field When The rain had finally gone away. The sun sat on the lake as we rode back home. We shared a few drinks til our sadness was gone. I touched many lands; none as
The wooden floor could have been a river. How smooth it was. Blinded by Tanqueray tonic I didn’t see much officer -Just a few shadows doing salsa. I saw a phone hit the floor and crack Cherry popper… -I’ve never seen that in action. Then there was blood. First a
Gently pressing against the gum The tongue. I love it when he whispers. Eyes all serious. -He reaches out -Touches my hand. Ensuring that I heard every word. And like a rhino He bows his head Eyes looking up at me… -as if I’m incompetent. -Am I ? We’re out
