Everyone thinks of love.
Everything seems to be about love.
I dream about kissing
the stars and the ground.
Where we cast our air and tread upon.
I’d like to think I write
something other than food
that becomes the nesting of safety.
A sad poem about conversations, just something I observed and a character formed.
Maybe if I’m still enough
I can float on conversations.
Maybe when there’s an opportunity
I won’t wait.
Maybe if I didn’t judge too hard
on myself, I’d talk in fragments.
Maybe if I start talking about what everyone likes
Maybe they’ll like me too?
Hello everyone, I made a short song from a poem I wrote. It’s just a demo of it so it’s not a finished product. I decided to play some chords and sing the poem as it came to me. It’s not the greatest but I like it and I hope to make it into a fuller song. Check it out on my SoundCloud Now!
– Men in Bikinis Women in Speedos –
Right words in the mouth
take the chance to make it out.
Making out to better times
brings the cool out of you.
What is right is right as gold,
who would like to try?
The sun is fun the moon brings tide,
to wash away, our guilt of the night.