I like writing kooky stories
Time… feels like it's slipping away And I'm only getting older They… they never told me That it was gonna be like this I can hear it ticking away
By JP Harris8 months ago in Poets
In the city, I could see Concrete bark on metal trees And from the highest tower's nest All the things that I had left All the miles I had crossed
I suspend myself above the clouds In an altered animation Out of touch, but still in reach Red canvas of frustration _
I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do Now that my own advice is haunting me I need someone else to talk to This bottle doesn't work; all it does is glisten
The warning from the trees was fresh today Toss our hearts, and we run away And I don't need to outrun the beast Just need to outrun you
I'm tired of feeling down I should be moving on It's time for change within Escape from the cobwebs _ I'll be looking up
Swimming in a fish bowl Towers and tourists Low below the moon You know I'm tired Hide away from the brightness Gotta close my eyes
I don't even have to make no sense It's like my words are of no consequence In one ear and out the other Two dudes in front of me are fighting
You think I don't know who you are, well, I do You think I don't know what you are, well, I do You only cause a mess in my brain
I finally found what I was missing I'm finally taking over the reins of my life I'm riding out on clouds of thunder Leaving behind a trail of rain
Three newbies were filling the cell next door. That was Kayel’s cell just one day ago. And Jarran’s. And Craw’s. Their trial had been… tough to watch.
By JP Harris9 months ago in Futurism
Benny placed the Vaultone™ atop the ornate desk and stepped back with a weak grin. “Scored a couple of gems for ya, boss. Ugh, ugh.” He coughed.
By JP Harris9 months ago in Fiction
