I saw a desert turn green. But no letters today, and the phone rang out. I picked up a pen so I didnt scream. I made it rhyme, so I wouldnt shout. I looked out the window in night, as she left me in a dream. I could see things clear from the moonlight IContinue reading “a desert turn green”
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What the Hell?
A criminal in his cell. With a T.V and radio, what the hell? Three meals a day A library down the hall, A fully kitted gym Even football. Enough to keep him going untill his thoughts get too much, Can’t express his fellings Craves that human touch. He’s lost in his memories but forgets herContinue reading “What the Hell?”
With each word I drift away into a new world and a brighter day. With these liberating moments I’m rid of this place. Lost in my thoughts where we are always face to face. In this regretful existence each of your words are a solace. You have me counting days, I’ll have you I promise.Continue reading “The Letter”
Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air. It’s not the loneliness that hurts but the fact that you don’t care. I thought it was indestructible the bond we once shared. For this feeling deep inside I’m still searching for the word. I speak my thoughts into the wind, there blows the truth. You an IContinue reading “My Condemnent”
True Crime Podcast
It’s just there, yet so far will it listen once? How many times can you pray upon a star? Will they exile me to an unknown land? With just the company of a busker hand in hand. In a search for love, in a search for treasure exile me from all of this pressure.
I sit back and laze peacefully listening to Dylan, swiverling on my comfy chair. I close my eyes and life is fair. I open to a gap in the blinds sun beaming through, I see dust floating, delicate like you. I care not for anything, a break in the music and the mood takes aContinue reading “Social distance”
Shrouded in the smoke. On It’s silver cloud I wish to float away though here I’m succumbed nothing free, not he, not me, So stroke my heart and help me fight, as I lose the light from the dark of night liberate me from this state of mind liberate me from this place in time.
Feels like I’ve been here so long. So I strain to think back, to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox. So I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering”