Talk of nightmares
Avoid the quiet
Or is it worse
Believing in better
You have many scars coming. Don’t be in such a hurry to earn them all at once.
Why do I always think that
We’re made of glass
On the brink of shattered
Can’t take the borough out of the homeboy.
Even though we’re both amazing
as jumping to conclusions
is our favorite thing
lets try to wait
and see
how
bad
it can be
instead of always
imagining the worst
just because we can
Ten days until
a new countdown
of degrees
of rings
of jobs
of houses
of anniversaries
Reading drunk thoughts is hella easy
I’ll try to sleep tonight
Without you it’s hard
To remember to close
My eyes and try
“Your decision. Are you better than your master would have been to you?”
There’s wild things in the seas
As alien as you and me
The stars are the same
Full of dreams far away
We all change. Time time sees to that
Spend literal hours
talking about assessments,
Multi-syllabic bullshit artists
justify careers on teenagers
trying to survive, smogged with
Impossible rigor,' only caring
About questions, comparisons,
Statistics on a page
Not eyes, lives, loss, and
’have you eaten today'
Fret over school improvement,
performance pay Ignore broken homes
kids that aren't okay
Every day ends a little more broken
Inside Dreams of inspiring young souls
Have dried with all the tap-dances
we cried over generations gone awry
Honor is measured in decorum to those that want you dead. Or something like that…
I was waiting
for the day
you would say
no more damsel
the stars are yours.
Justice should be blind… but is often bought.
The odds never favored us. Void the odds, do your thing.
I wonder where you are, sometimes
A staggering lunacy goes out to rubbish “Build-the-wall”-ers
Drinking margaritas while kind innocent immigrants brace
For what will happen when cinco drinks becomes seis
“If Carrion finds out, they’ll kill us and scrap it. That kind of ship needs a good name.”
Tell me of another love, of another way of living
That would mean more than this
Because I can’t think of one
“From his perspective it was a good play. He doesn’t know what we know. The math tells me we need him. My feelings don’t matter.”
You’ll be okay someday
Everyone hates it
But everyone says it
“One day, hopefully ages from now, these walls will collapse and be rebuilt “
Learn a lot by listening and watching
Take it in silent as the morning snow
Reflect on views from many eyes
Try to understand truth and lies
“Oh, I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. But there’s a war coming that makes both statements irrelevant.”
I’ll love you ‘till the end of time
Dreaming of your arms in mine
Sol is an elderly relative the family wants to kill off