The Sting

Lacking purpose, my
state of mind is hard to find
always heavy, sinking low/
new depths, grey tones.

Built a bridge to burn today
no flame remains
no flame remains
waiting for the sting,
left hanging.

Camel

When does hard become too hard?
When does hurt become suffering?
What did the camel say as it's back broke?

I'm fighting the urge to self destruct
and fighting the urge to have more urges
but I can't.
Something feels inevitable,
lurking behind the last tear I muster.

How did this happen?
When did we steer into the thicket?

Breath is heavy and thick with soot.

Free Bird

Every no is searing hot
burns a thousand suns.
The wind blows in every direction
when a free bird wants to fly
and I could say anything
but a free bird wants to fly;
flap those wings until
those teared eyes begin to see
there's nothing beyond us.
And maybe I don't know my wings
see them catch wind
and wonder.

slump

melt into paralysis
i've been leaking all feeling
left slowly sinking
my guard is down when you're around

Kicks

Finding my voice stuck
to the bottom of stranger shoes
lets turn the lights off
and hum for a minute
waiting to feel alive again...
can you borrow a what?
No one owns you yet.
Lets escape before they notice
leave treads no mercy

evil waves.

breathing evil waves
tempting
boasting easy outs
everything looks like doubles with blurry eyes
lets destroy
three at a time

hear me out
hear me out

she's the sticky paint
on our unabridged tongues
forever

The Weeds

Kissing stars goodnight
sleeping dogs don't
put up a fight
I found you in the weeds tonight
we're on the road together
we fought the war together
we found the sun forever
shining bright

Right Cards

My loose lips are sinking ships
and my baby's aboard the titanic.
Sobriety's a steep price for peace of mind
but I don't mind,
I'm trying to play my cards right.

Bleed out

Maybe you were right and
I need to access my anger more
so just know, right now,
I'm mad at you.

You couldn't let me have tonight.

Everything is more than it is.

I love you, but I don't love this.
You love to pick apart the little things,
say you trust, then doubt everything.

Like I could never be blind.
Like I could never see
all the pictures long since painted black.

There's a difference between
honesty and tact
that isn't mutually exclusive.

Maybe next time bite your tongue for a night,
you won't bleed out,
I promise.

Clarity.

The silent power of clarity.

Running down your face
fill your cup with my eruption,
drown in my velvet ocean.
Ever rising tide.

I'm on the edge and
blood runs south,
ever rising tide.

Disrupting the surface,
temperature raised.

Gulp it down.

View from the top:
your little mustache.

We won the body lottery baby
now make it feel right.

Feel it like a knife