Lit

Bic flick with every toke,
Creeping up the glass,
Empty spaces fill with smoke.
I try to forget what fills my head,
All these thoughts, better off dead.
I’m sick of the way these ashes make puns,
Tired of the ways words get caught in my lungs.
All my dreams burn out so fast,
Another year gone, 4 quarters won’t last.
I’ve been running so fast for so long,
I just want to sit here, relax,
Light the…
Hey, don’t get me wrong,
I’m not giving up, I just need to chill out,
Quiet these thoughts, take a hit,
A timeout.

a.l.c

Pint-sized power

I write secret songs
Lyrics longing to be learned.
I sing in a voice of silence,
Only wanting to be heard.
What is it about being seen
That makes me want to run
and hide?
I feel tiny trapped within
This mouse of an appearance,
With a whale sized heart inside.

a.l.c