im afraid of the consequences living in a world i dont agree with ,

bashing my head,
in circular motion
to unwash the brain,
of any standards
i may have picked up
 that
arnt my own,


learning,
unlearning.

reluctant prophet...

were all divine.
wont you make up your mind.

my fate be falling  into my lap,
i play hot potatoe
and throw it right back.
not my responsability anymore.
while you live with glass eyes, let me ignore.

my fate be falling into my lap
i play hot potatoe
and  throw it right back. 

early morning lullaby's,
 for all those not yet tucked in.
waiting to see the dew grace abandoned strands of grass,and if walked on with naked feet, it can be mistaken for the ocean.
these resistance  pieces of  precipitation, used to magnify
early
morning
lullaby's.

new.art.

i switched my medium.
tainted fleshy canvases of souls uncontrolled.
i scribbled with love,
the pen was too sharp so the canvas dripped blood.

love is, the most dangerous medium.

trailer treasure

eyewish.

i told you that i wrote list.
and at first encounter you became an addition
"beautiful people" i labeled it.
drawing acute triangles and obtuse intersecting angles around names in geometry class.
updating it hoping nobody would peak over my shoulder,
asking to see my paper intrigued by a foreign form of wild style.
criss cross apple sauce,
in too small school desk,
using your old converse as a canvas,
as your laugh as splatter paint.
your presence the gallery
and you would stay around,
demanding no pay.
thank you. 

but how i wish i told you i wrote list.
i hope you wrote them too.