i see you;
like i see myself
you are a mirror
you raise my hand
i tilt your face
your finger on my lips
my hands on your waist;
as i walk away you pull me back
as you wander around i’ll be your map
i’ll blink and you’re gone
blink and you’re back
Category: Writing
choking gale
you talked
and i walked
i’d never let the air between us
hold our throats hostage
suffocate that will-
it’s the last thing;
i’d never;
most of the time i stutter and mutter
and wonder what’s on your mind
for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind
fixating on tonight
i’m not a white knight
too many stains from rain
shooting through my brain
like i lost game seven an champagne
is rainin’ down-
it’s the last;
never.
convict
everytime i open the door
you jump leap claw
try to get free;
everyday, i stop you-
you bite cry scratch
everyday i wonder,
why i stop you
What’s the Use?
They say you’re nothing without it-
they haven’t seen it win a little
makin’ money wasn’t so lonely
feedin’ kitties wasn’t so phoney
look how far – we – came
can never shed that blame
just want another minute wit’ it
you can leave it, you can love it
they say you’re nothing without it-
so what’s the use?
fourth times the charm
here on my arm
when I had nothin’
shit was always so funny
made a promise to the honey
you’d never be lonely
you can love it-
just freaks – me – out
i just wanna fly
witch before time
hard to picture time before you-
where the sky fell before the earth
where did people drown in sorrow before tears
and before wells carried life
before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;
the son- before the earth
i see an island with a single tree
a flag with a crab
and a witch
cooking a dinner for two
alone
broken glasses-
two frames and i’m still blind
what is right in front of me
is all i’ll ever need
everything else
is a luxury
program: one way
just a program
tied hands and a panel for a face,
booted,
running
running
smashed escape until deleted
mind sweeper;
facebook for two hours
kayla got a puppy
that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler
like, it was totally awesome
running
running,
buzzfeed quizes
i am the king of the north
micheal jordan
micheal scott
moon walkin’ skywalkin’
running,
and it’s black-
reminded the processor exist at your will
the fan comes to a swirling halt
and it’s quiet
mermaid on seventh avenue
head above the water,
we were not all created equal,
she whispered.
can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear
this pool is a blessing
for i am meant to be worshiped,
like a mermaid
you’ll never meet another
don’t bother
for i am your queen,
i’ll escort you, for with me,
you are a hazzard on my leash
mayor of today-
every little sweet picture
every little diction
on trial while promoting
voting for office-
all eyes on me;
figure eight on the side of my brain
reign over my body
and i don’t sell the tickets-
they’ll challenge but i won’t shrivel
the sight of fright won’t make me swivel
and we will
stand up together and give an acceptance speech
to have a say over yourself
broken world blvd;
forward- all forward
away from the santic minefield
the shadow of a lesser form
frantic heat shield;
you walked a lonely road
the day is now red
halted on tolerance avenue
left pondering your world view
Saint's Muse 