Bed Songs
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.and those darn springs
pierce meThis bed be soft.
soft as sheet
Her loving embrace
at first gentle
piercing wounds she leaves
scarring
/// tissue bleeding \
Head Rest
Poetry Drafts
Bed Songs
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.
and those darn springs
pierce me
Thy Conqueror
The Death of The Star
My HEART deserts me
Your beating / baton / ignites me
Heaving + Heart + unsigned integer
I am thy lord and thus thy
Conqueror
#youth
THEY think this is how it is
THEY think nobody else care
THEY think grey colours the sky
THEY think the old defies the new
THEY donโt understand
Reality is what
You make it
And and and
Reality is totally jaysome! ๐ย
Well… Jay… Sometimes reality needs bindings to keep it together. And not everyone do bindings like a Jay, so they struggle. Maybe reality need huggings too?
burden, not bourbon (maybe)
My cross, your cross of
evil; scars from knives and
nights of fever
Hi and Hello
Children of believers
Your ride is free
Scattered dreams
Recalled on beds of death
Dream of Californi…
Rage the dying of the li…
Rest beneath the cross of
Burden – the bottle empty
The bourbon deserted
Vint-age
When “Vintage” start to relate to
your Peak, your Glory days
Embrace the though of
Age ; Aging ; Health ; and say
“Fuck that – I’m surfing the Peak
FOREVER!”
I fail
Tonight I was reminded
A memory suppressed and stored
In the back corners of an attic or
Country barn long lost
With everything new I attempt
I fail – epic f
At least once ; always
No wonder I gave up
Trying
No wonder I gave up
on life
#youth
THEY think this is how it is
THEY think nobody else care
THEY think grey colours the sky
THEY think the old defies the new
THEY donโt understand
Reality is what
You make it
Wanting
Shelf-less dust
Hovering
My bob defines me
Your fingers through my hair
Pinching my left nipple – hard
Hardly shivering
Your stare ; a scare
I melt ; shivering
Wanting all and
so much
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