The glories of an impractical womanNaked branches casting shadows on my doorFinding life blossoms with the in-betweenKnowing coming days will provide for more
Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”
Girls with their knee-highs Haute Couture, exposed at the side But don’t believe everything you see Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride Money left on the nightstand A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such Summer comes to erase memories But down here, it doesn’t take much She was already cast out, with herContinue reading “Girls With Their Knee-Highs”
Life isn’t so perfect We’ll all get bumps & bruises Nightmares will find a way But the path is the one she chooses Victims are merely lame footnotes She’s the heroine of her own script Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird “Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped Image by engin akyurtContinue reading “Life Isn’t So Perfect”
Pressure building upon my life Though I’m still only a piece of coal Disappointment looming larger than ever Who’s casting lots for my damaged soul?