it should but it doesn't, do you test me or is your will to test mine. your hands break the earth around my foundation just to give it a shake like a snow globe, watch the world slowly drift back back to me
Category: Poetry
cheese shredder
the vault, is empty picked clean like the slowest in the pack, treasure fallen to the bottom the bottom of the ocean, popping little ben's eyes green eyes drowning in the black
wonder wander trail
i've written this a thousand times told you in a hundred ways will remember you for ten lives and love you entierly in this one- i worry the metaphor will fail you be lost in a bee hive as i'm covered in honey rip my chest open with your pooh like claws and never leave… Continue reading wonder wander trail
patience
ring the bell dinner is ready- i missed it; silent to the bell house on a hill chances are i'll miss the next one waiting for the right one to ring that bell
on the left
if i lose you i lose me two truths don't make a right so we made a left- left it all behind so i never lose me
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up broken down over the years it has been awhile you've been hiding i know you're still kicking i can see the fog like breath from your den i can smell it; old stained blood eyes you must be waiting for my back to turn but i am done with you… Continue reading den of 2013
back to basic
we will just love to love enjoy every minute of it no regrets just memories forget the rejection the anger the hate, the red door marked do not enter but is always open- let's lock it together wear the key around your neck hitch the fear stone across a pond watch every ring break away… Continue reading back to basic
countdown
we ring in this new time all i want is to love love everything love everything harder everyday. to remember that is what matters, let's sing let's dance let's let the world around dissapear
city adjacent
let's run away from this town this town we are stuck in escape this noise escape the tragedy dance into a state that doesn't know our names until they know our names
amphibian library
i always here: "where did you go?" face plastered on milk cartons at the local college poster boards whispers at the taverns- i heard he's in miami now, settled down stable job sings songs on the pier to the birds or he's a frog spends half his time in the sea the other half in… Continue reading amphibian library
Saint's Muse 