Tag Archives: poetry
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
You fell asleep, and I could feel the poem forming in my brain, the words trying to find their place, but I didn’t grab my notebook, I didn’t want to wake you, so I tried to stay awake, because I … Continue reading
He crawls upon me, like a hungry savage, searching for a soul to feed on. Our vocals are repressed, by voices of enticement, as we clutch the sheets, that cradle our bodies, as we move further and further, away from … Continue reading
Blinded by Bukowski, temporarily, instead of pen, i’ll write in pencil, to ensure my words are me.