Tag Archives: Death

a mothers son


A mothers son is the last thing I see in my mind at the flash The rounds rips through my body and the media rips through my life finding pictures of high school or college me standing menacing and mean. … Continue reading

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Only a father can


It’s been so long since I came here last you still look the same, trapped in time frozen in perfection. My gray is taking more of me the years weigh different as I  continue. I’ve missed you like only a … Continue reading

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Around memory lane


Watched this show that reminded me of you So full of life Laughing and running around being a little kid near the clique always wanting in on what we did You thought we were so cool We wanted you to … Continue reading

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Scream it pt 2


In this room of faces I know, no one knows me I move like a shadow too & fro. I ask if you see me to which you don’t reply. I see all the black clothes & I see you … Continue reading

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Scream it


Laying here in the trunk of your car wondering how it got so far Just last night we had a fight after I laughed at your risotto. Turning away from you I didn’t see you grab the pan only feeling … Continue reading

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Today


You see this man next to me & his kid in the backseat. They’re my family & they’re all that matters. He’s a confidence man & she does wet work while I’m the glue or at least I like to … Continue reading

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About last night


You came by unannounced. Lucky for you my kid’s at a sleepover, you wanna sleepover. Looking over my shoulder you watch me cook dinner: meat & greens. The music reverberates across the walls. You hug me asking if we’ll ever … Continue reading

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