this won’t be the last time
i let you down,
a bag full of errors
waiting to slip down these steps-
i joke
say it’s part of my programming
but you only notice
because you’ve always been around
Category: Poetry
rain god
this isn’t a game
but we play like one
take your ball and run
whenever you don’t like the outcome
couldn’t live without one-
the rain;
i remember it being, lighter
walking through it
hands as an umbrella
a scene i remember
in a novella
‘wants only go so far
without the time’
locked door- hidden keys
trespassing,
the sign said no trespassing
this was my home
now boarded up
red tape
for sale sign.
missed a page or two
why
all i want is home to feel like home;
trespassing,
memories of the open house
memories of the warmth
fresh scent of home
trespassing,
not welcome
it’s not what i want
another great day
today beat the shit out of me
same time tomorrow
same time tomorrow,
battered bones
mixed into shit pie
served all week
final exam
i failed you
an exam i missed
to hide away
to blow these streets
leavin’ our sheets
retail feats
knock me off my feet
fallin’
failin’.
your eyes are subtle reminders
that these ties were never crossed
left on eye level finders
and lossed-
one day i will forgive myself
just not on this calendar
circle a time
when the clocks hands are down
when i can see my own eyes
in your reflection
outer world garden
heavenly scented winds
chase you
earth is envious
of your envious steps
missing the tip of their chin.
you didn’t belong here,
i think
i think you got lost
by a happy accident,
you spent your time
and bought everything.
your steps- heels up
chin up, wouldn’t show tears
but you knew
your road leads beyond this garden
(i can’t watch this part)
beyond this world,
stars will part the like sea
until you find m
where you belong
only horse with a horn
you were a unicorn
i the hunter,
with my rubberband gun
i hoped to keep you-
still
to hold near
to have that kodak moment
to wave a brush like a wand
not to harm or for the mantle
before the distant leap
a beauty never to dismantle
a unicorn today
a unicorn tomorrow
cushion seat control
i shouldn’t
but i am,
everyone and everything screams no
you’re wasting your breath
time on this earth
just can’t hear them
the mute button is stuck
the day is locked
the screen is set
these day dreams have walked before
just not today
haunted love
where did you go;
the days creek by
following whispers of ghost
sheer cold keeps me still-
yield.
they’ll follow me-
they’ll follow me ’till
i become them
until that day,
i’d like to spend them with you,
the last swish of quill
before the creeks settle in
tomorrow night i’ll be back
with the brief moments of silence
waiting
flooded mem
i see it
i see us over and over in my head
like a movie still caught on fire,
frame rate below thirty
i remember a lot
memories flow throughout the day
like a runaway dam
i see it
and numb to the feeling
Saint's Muse 