voice – j light MUSE

make tracks

I have tried not to leave prints but you gave me these thumbs I have tried not to make sounds but you gave me this voice I have tried not to make tracks but you gave me these limbs i have tried not to leave hints but you gave me no choice

high tide

my tides they have risen way past the water line above the banks beyond the basin’s brink and are ready to breach my thoughts they have boiled way past the kettle’s brim and are ready to leach my lungs they have swelled way over the ocean’s edges beyond the tanks above the beach and areContinue reading “high tide”

out write

i can write in a vacuum i can write in a back room i don’t need a mushroom to make my words bloom i don’t need a big voice to make known my choice