the idea
makes me sick to my stomach.
I hid this
behind a wall
a tall wall
a tall steel wall with no doors and no windows
and I left it there.
Yet,
it chases me
from the other side
impossible to ignore
even till this day.
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
the idea
makes me sick to my stomach.
I hid this
behind a wall
a tall wall
a tall steel wall with no doors and no windows
and I left it there.
Yet,
it chases me
from the other side
impossible to ignore
even till this day.
It was the secret message
at the bottom of the lake.
You knew the whole time
and I missed those signals.
Then and now is only a few seconds apart
unless you’re at the bottom of this lake and then last
twice as long.
Now will be gone
before then arrives.
staring down the barrel
forcing a cold steel kiss
serenade with wild tears
before she calls
the bang
never shocks you anymore
or the wall ahead.
you’re here
and same time next week.
time push back
we fight back.
Takes the most flack
strikes twice night.
Wish you good night
talk out yo back.
and
while you run from the slipping grip of shadowed hands
I’ll pause.
Watch you run.
Admire the way I feel to feel and feel
and the way it felt
when you turned that corridor
I feel
quiet.
I wanna be
I.
missed the shot
never took a second
look
just twice
and I won’t look away.
my plead falls on deaf ears
lines of coffins for sale
murder row and I
will waste no tears on your follies
but give them freely.
the fortune reads south
it was on a matter of time
martyr’s run wild
everyone runs but never
stands still.
unless we do it together
pleasing both gods.
Wishing a dream to life
Walking in shoes I woke up next to
Running faster then before
Telling her I love her
Running into the middle of the street
to tell her again.
I’ve been sitting on a lawn chair
smoking a pipe
watching my clouds chase their big brothers around
playing tag.
They dissipate
and the big brother
moved on.