Shooting Star

Sitting in the Presidential, Soaking up sweat in these satin sheets. The smell of honey, Craving sweet nectar. These days seem so blue, Open the window and gaze upon the view. Streets lights, Give me the green light and I’ll go. To a place you’ve never been before, Shopping down rodeo drive. Laughing it up…

Convenience

I am just a pencil, that needs sharpening. I am just a door, that’s opened constantly. The hinges squeak, they need be oiled. I am just a wash cloth, to wash the dirt away. I am just a basket, to throw trash away. These days feel idle, Different shades of blue are made. Tell me…

Destiny

Eyes wide shut as the truth has been placed before thy feet. A presence unbeknownst while being conscious. Deflecting what we all know is true. Living a lie just to express your truth. A truth of wanting something more. Something pure and perfect, An ideology not present during a younger adolescence. Call them crazy, call…