Harley Foxwood
Likes writing. The end.
Harley Foxwood
Likes writing. The end.
Likes writing. The end.
Likes writing. The end.
Sweet little autumn city
Sidewalk littered with leaves
I’ve never seen such marvelous things
I just might never leave
Sweet little autumn city
Churches and steeples and stores
I hear the bells a ringing
I think I’ll stay here some more
Sweet little autumn city
A place I might never have known
Down by the creek there are secrets
Far more than just rocks have been thrown
Sweet little autumn city
...
I promise to be with you in life and in death.
They scream so loud, they can’t take a breath.
Why is love so inconsistent?
What are you teaching these children?
My brother holds his head to the sky
I cover my sisters ears, or at least I try.
He nags and picks and she ticks like a bomb
We shouldn’t have to see this from our dad and our mom
And oh the hate, though no hands were raised
But I’d ra...
Always the bridesmaid never the bride
Take a look inside
Maybe you’ll see why
I’m sure there are no cracks
No places where I lack
No truths that I deny
If I smile a little wider
Or if my weight is a little lighter
Surely, if I try
How dare they not even see me!
I wear no cloak of invisibility
Those jerks deserve to die!
Or maybe I must,
I lack all but lust
I trip, I sink, I cry
I remember no...
He called me goofy
He was Hercules
He was my first
My first love is what i mean
We were both trying hard
To be like our friends
As in love as young lovers could be
And maybe like theirs, it would never end
But i didnt like it
He loved me too much
And i told him to stop
I didnt want his touch
I wasnt ready for love
I realized in the end
Life without you is fine.
Lets.
Just.
Be.
Friends....
I was born with a few odd quirks
That have made life all the more interesting
I was born with a brain
All the doctors have proof
Yet to my disdain
My mind is aloof
For not I do think
My visions are flawed
My mind’s filled with ink
But nothing is drawed
I must have a heart
I’ve got doubts, I’ve got fears
But from my life’s start
My eyes have shed no tears
I feel it in my chest
A steady beat an...
Endless nights,
Fruitless pleasure.
With what ruler
Are our lives measured?
In the heart of the city,
Under the neon lights,
Our paths crossed
Igniting endless nights.
But was this the end,
The limit of my potential
A mindless heartless lust
A life exempt from morals
Was the world not red?
Or had I made it so?
Surely, no surely
I would know
From my penthouse view
Overlooking the streets
I saw ...
Open skies beckon in something broader
A universe beyond our atmosphere
Clear fields call out to something stronger
The land that we’ve betrayed with those buildings yonder
Oh what cries can be heard for the lust of adventure
What sounds echo loudly for the desire to wander
I am lost for a reason
I’ll be found when it’s time
For now I’m immersed in a world so divine
Don’t wake me up....
Poverty had taken
The only home she’d known
The taxmen knocked frequently
The policemen with their ordinances in hand
Understand
That her father quickly left
Her mother drowned in debt
The taxmen knocked once more
The policemen came for good measure
Treasure
Was what she needed
To bleed this situation dry
She dug and dug into the ground
Found
Nothing
Wind bites and tickles her neck
Making cold the...
I saw only grey
When I awoke to the rain
My sleep had been in vain
My head began to sway
The willow tree was useless
It swayed to the rhythm of the wind
Each chime to the beat was determined
To break my sureness
I knew not which way to go
My home was far for I had run
Away I had sprinted with just a bullet and a gun
I avoided all roads so no one would follow
Oh.
No.
Blue light befell me
A stre...