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Gift HorsesGift Horsesblank/free9-26-119 stanzasknees beaten to the floori called out in desperation"i can't do this on my own"and so i was sent a saviori am burdened by a privilegeand i wonder if i should runwhile this alien hand claspsmy unsure, trembling consciencedeep behind my withheld truthsmy dependence rests with the other:the red bird: the Cardinal Kingone i'd also took for grantedkindness beckons from new skiesbut i'm a billion miles from therefloating in space, i'm screamingcaught between two planetspossibility of retry damns mesets my temples aflame nowas my obsessive head machinepicks at the details of my sufferingi am handed gift-wrapped solacetime and time and Time againi regress and wish for familiarnow that i'm freed of my chainsi had complained to the worldsaid i'd been burned by miserytold everyone how i wanted to fleeand now i beg for a hero's welcome?unappreciative, i sob inside this sorrowknowing how i can't be satisfiedthe hole in my
IdealismIdealismblank/free9-25-119 stanzashe'll have to love my poetryand read it like i love to write ithis eyes aglow with determinationand brain's wires sparking miracleshe'll have to own those eyesthat dip into a universe of intelligenceand dreams and insight and wisdomeyes that could captivate me foreverhe'll have to bear a touch so fierythat its intimidation will excite my soulwith solace to sedate my warring thoughtsand force that will awaken my secret demonshe'll have to understand my boutsof awakened memory as i tell him allabout how it used to be and how it's changedand of the many characters i met on my journeyshe'll have to watch as i wield micewith wire tails to make my masterpiecesand he'll be baffled by the love i willingly injectdeep into pixels that illustrate my entire young lifehe'll have to safely coax down my wallsso we could intertwine without any regretsand so we could effortlessly bare with open heartsthe dark and hidden corners of our
Good MorningGood Morningblank/free9-22-117 stanzaswoke up feeling sicki know a new mouth to kisswon't save me from myselfwoke up puffy-eyedbecause the only sedativeare tears squeezed out by fearwoke up so discouragedi'm not sure what i'm doingspreading myself across the earthwoke up wracked with shamemy head spinning as consciousnessclimbs out of its nightly hammockwoke up with movie reelsshowing me how i've already failedin my grotesque attempts to movewoke up disgusted with memy leaping into this new pitis going to leave me with scrapeswoke up feather-stomachedI'M SO SCARED. I'M SO SCARED.fear shackles me to what is familiar