ballet
brainstorming
ben poems--what a waste
remembering
little bit of my life
grandfather--he was great
blah blah blah--sort of a waste
attempts--haha being deep isn't me
little girl
mistakes we make
sitting shot gun in an unmarked parking lot
mother--man this is so me, at the age of 4
days go by
worthy
hermit
turned away
jerk
you're gone
the chill you give
senseless
console for you
sudden
my shine
not here for you
a baby walks
he's gone
by words
the us
tired
his melody
volcano girl
faded love
swallowing death
idea of myself
life's lie
what?
she falls soon
a palm's embrace
her blue eyes
the flame
fire
goddess in disguise
his blue visions
you didn't care
a lonely tear
amphetamine dream
know not much
nostalgia's addict
easier way to breathe
to love again
sadness steals
scared
life's contradictions
i'm happy
all but mine
still