Tag Archive | writing
3/28/17
This was once a tree providing oxygen. Funny enough, it’s still allowing those stuck far in their heads, like myself, some kind of breathing room. Least I can do is inhale and exhale some ink onto this. I owe it to the oaks. Promises made to pines. Breakthroughs made on birch. Filled up firs. Thankful […]
2/13/17
Still drunk and foolish Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless I use it for this, For those words, The ones that just hang from my lips. So much better spoken through these here fingertips. Verbally witless, It’s easy to witness, Even gets easier […]
1/22/17
Take a trip, get away Do it with your mental Escape it with your brain You can leave, today Feel freer, for cheaper No need to pay for a plane Unleashing your soul on the page Can do just the same
11/30/16
Been some time between us. The thing that makes me lose all fucking control. Swear, this ink is a damn drug. A therapist. A love. A future. An enemy. A career. All in one. How could one strike it so damn lucky? One fucking stone, and it feels like I’ve got this whole flock. Stoned. […]
11/2/16
What to say today? Not much? That’s okay. Can’t force things to be made But keep practicing, Keep ticking away
10/28/16 & 10/29/16
(10/28/16) Getting used to me The side that decisively you don’t often see Keep it under lock and key Until I can show it a little more comfortably (10/29/16) Challenge you to write daily Put some words on a page Put the phone down Get back in touch, Beyond the touch screen […]
5/23/16
All of my “let’s just be friends” still have my heart. At least, the ones I truly gave it to do. I’ll always love those women. Some of them have once loved me. Some of them still might love me back. It doesn’t just go out the window like that. Yes, I sometimes hold onto […]
8/1/16
Letting days pass without writing.. It simply ain’t right, man Sometimes rather sit around at night. Always fighting feelings of flight Spiteful. Really kinda frightening Cause in the end, what I’m fighting is enlightenment
5/25/16
Spit it out The words Leave ’em where they lie Honestly Honestly lie to me To yourself Think you feel some type of way Write it out You were probably wrong Just like I was
5/26/16 & 5/27/16
(5/26/16) We might not see eye to eye, Mainly cause I think when you shield yours from mine, You feel just fine. Cold and vacant, Even though I’ve faced it, Your face can’t be replaced that quick. (5/27/16) You say we got no future like I’m talking to the dead Trying to resurrect […]
Long Legs in the Twin Cities 