Writing, Ideas, & Stories
tomorrow isn’t soon enough
the days grow long
and the nights extend past peak
and i am weak
sick of the weeks and the days
the hours taunt me from their straight arms dancing around in circles
frequent buzz and bling
and another thing
when tomorrow
finally decides to grace the dance floor
upon your heavenly earth
i’ll be your first dance
you’re hands are a blessing;
washing away the fear
tracing your fingers along my worries
pushing your thumbs deep into my anxiety
flowing away-
falling asleep in your grasp
an angel pulling a bow back back deep into my heart
chop chop and depression won’t raise his hands to you
never lay a hand on my honey
all over my back, warmed
holding the arrow
asleep with your hands
it’s done
fixed at the source, small knife
puddle gravey between my toes
and a smile peaking through the shadows
can hear a laugh a few blocks down
harrowing; sirens closing in but it’s the laugh
feet turn to glue on every pebble skating across cold bricks and the sound of tires shredding in a closing distance
and that laugh; closer and it echoes through my ears like the gravey man’s scream-
i(whose laughing at my pain)i
drop the knife and down to your knees
and they’re laughing
the women two stories up with her baby are laughing
and the man, two blocks down is standing there
with a knife
and my belly spills of gravey
and he laughs
laughs
la-
i want you to stay-
through the weeds and lose strings
will pull those together;
replant some flowers or a tree
watch it grow old
watch us grow old
i crave you
like a climber to the mountain
every ridge, a slow march
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
in rhythm
every inch traveled
a craving only you can fill
a craving of you
a climb in rhythm
didn’t ask
didn’t get
lessened learned
wonder if tomorrow has a face
skin
a brain
if they wore funny hats
told dad jokes
made meatloaf
loves to save coupons
finds beauty in everything
then
when tomorrow comes
it’s you; it’s you
i’ve seen tomorrow and tomorrow-
tomorrow is going to be a good day
isn’t she love ly
one of a kind;
never strayed to far
free to change the day as a star
fruit from a tree
war has tied and the one will never flee
ripe with sight
vision of the night-
night for the dreams dreams for the morrow morrow of the world
and the world is yours
today is a challenge
challenge of a step
on a spiral staircase
around an oak tree
towards the moon;
you’ll find the top to be lonely and the bottom tempting
like a swimming pool
i spent the whole day thinking about you
writing poems about you, you
in my last life it was you
in this one it will be you, you
never take a pause you
are the shinning star you, you
are the center of it all you
are the spring in these sneakers you, you
come to me in my dreams you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
put your hands in mine chest in mine you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
have me writing love poems about you
and for you all of me to you never waivering for you
armor wove of love you will never see it crack you
will see your own reflection
Saint's Muse 