Fiery red molten flame exhales the air that fills the balloon, heat rises with the heart; turbulence, don't wanna tumble to the depths. Inhale, exhale; I rise again. Afraid of the heights, how far can I go? My hot air balloon has room for two, wow what a view. Drifting above the clouds with someone … Continue reading above the clouds
Steady with the pace, roll, rolling down the rolling, hills, yeah this is the place, this is where i'm whole, and with each passing day, each rehersal, each performance, the play; a twisting of events, threatre playing out before my eyes, can you slow this horse? the look on your face, o' how it takes … Continue reading rolling my r’s
I want a gangsta bitch, like ride with me til' I die 'ish, yo Like total emotionally vulnerability, like real a healthy dynamic Low-key glances and inside jokes, one glance and you'll drop a Double gauge humour on the play, rolling around the floor like ev-ery-day Corny love poems cross compton, like when I get … Continue reading love x gangsta rap
Our deep seated beliefs influence how our life unfolds, for better or worse. If, deep down we believe that we are unloveable then we will have reactions and take actions that will unfold the destiny that we truly fear right before us; we are creating the very thing that we fear most. We recreate our … Continue reading Abandonment, rejection and fear.
Women have been a point of weakness for me. The novelty of a new face, the lustful seductress leading me back to her place. Why is their house always empty when they invite me inside? My lust blinded me to the distinct lack of furniture, of anything of substance really. Nethertheless I would motion to … Continue reading women.
I don't know how to love. And to be honest, it scares me. I'm ill-equipped for the task at hand, which is something I'm not used to; I don't even have a mood-playlist to write to, damn. The soldier must lay down his sword, the war is over. To provide is the soldier's nature, but … Continue reading How to feel
The city built with walls keeps out intruders and do-gooders alike; watchtowers along the bulwark unable to tell the difference from afar, yet they seek to take no risk. Nobody in, nobody out. The king's people yearn for the fruits and spoils beyond the city walls, and yet the king refuses and stands tall in … Continue reading The king, the dragon and the gold.
Caught up in the turbulence, lost in the vortex; self-induced. Keen to self-induce a snooze, caught up in the thought, In the thought of you.
The girl with the dirty blonde hair, the one with the eyes everdeep, like dinner plates wrapped in reflective sheet. I remember a similar gaze, the one that sent an electric shock through my core, the one that made me reach further, just a little bit more. Presence is an interesting thing; so much can … Continue reading dirty blonde.
I find respite in substance, well, some of the time. In the past, I've struggled with substance abuse. In times past, I could not sit with my feelings; in times past, I would reach for a crutch. Times past is never too far though, for tonight I reached for the bottle. Whiskey and coke, it … Continue reading groundhog day.