Scars. Who am i? If beauty is skin deep? You can read my palms say that i'm strong. But read up my sleeves, "You're weak." No Reach me robeless, When you breach these cotton sheets, Breaking down my walls. affirming my all, En ergizing the call ing to be who we're craving To be. But... Continue Reading →
(A short song) Scars of Yesterday Screaming; liines of the times, i let myself die! Allowed shit to fly that Made me bring back! that Confuse-defense feedback 4 Confused-effense feedback these high stakes ,that, i didn't make. - I un-der-Stand that! & I can now Stand thE time i fell flat on my pain! -... Continue Reading →
...but the feeling's there, If you provide the words. These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.
There was an explosion and the earth parted. You stood on one side, I was on the other. The distance between us was so great, for a while, we gave up and retreated to our respective sides of the world. Occasionally we would argue about who caused the explosion... why I was to blame,... Continue Reading →
I live in Mississippi. The Southern part of the United States commonly referred to as “The South”. We have a saying round these parts… it goes: “Here in the South we don’t hide crazy. We parade it on the front porch and give it a sweet tea.” It’s true. We stand by that.