when my phone rings
my belly cats purr
the sound of the bells
jingles through my paws
your voice is like a box
can get lost in time
running your hands through my hair
safety in your paws
i’ll fall asleep.
Category: Writing
a door knob without a keyhole
new years come and the winter has come early
cold to the touch,
i would give anything for a lighter-
for you to hold me close
to let me in over the threshold
instead of an eye on the knob
and an eye on the window.
peaking
wondering what the wonder of the wonders is going on inside.
i wasn’t always an on the outside
but i can’t remember what the inside looks like.
Beach House
I have people in my life
that I see myself growing old with.
The love of my life, yes.
I’ve had the same few people here,
since day one. I see us,
living in a beach house.
No cloudy forest or
haunted houses
a beach house playing bridge;
I’ve never played but we will learn.
I see you guys their,
and it’s something I take for granted
because you’ve always been
like a shadow following me it’s always been there
like warmth in the summer and cold in the winter
I can see that beach house.
Not the place,
but the memories.
People come and go-
some pay rent and stay a little longer
but as the tides rise the only ship
to test time was this friendship.
Bad Bitch
The resolution I hate the most:
“I’m going to stop putting up with bullshit-
because I’m a bad bitch and I’m leaving you behind.”
What you left behind was your emphaty
to walk behind someone in a line
to see from their glasses
to sleep in their bed and know how soft their pillow is,
now you’re just a bitch.
how i learned
I don’t remember drowning;
just struggling for air
wanting for it to end
wishing someone would save me.
I don’t remember drowning
I remember being helpless.
Can Opener
One problem I had
was I couldn’t use a can opener;
so I said fuck this I’m done.
Imagine if that short fuse was with my love-
one cut and your out
the slash you left was too deep so find the front door and don’t lose ya feet.
I think I should give the can opener another chance;
what do you think?
on one hand I miss kidney beans
the other
I don’t know pain.
Best Day Ever
I never took a day off
work around the clock never stop never falloff.
I never said goodbye to Trevor
left in a hurry always a new endeavor
a brother and I’ll miss the way you said whatever
whoever whenever this life wasn’t forever but wherever you are
you’re here with me like Common will let it Be
a Seven and a dream we made one hell of a team.
No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile
pursuit to be happy, only laughing like a child.
I never told Malcolm what he meant to me
through depression living life under suppression
now making progression through self-expression
and this is my confession that you walked me through
and when it’s my time I wrote this for you
you on the drums and I’ll be on the keys
a jam session no questions.
Now I know the difference between the ground and the floor
if we got to fight, I’ll be down for the war
thumbs up-
Thanks to you, I never turned by back on love
like a fool thought I was cool but you’re such a jewel
and I never thought life would get this sweet
it got me cheesin’ from cheek to cheek
weak in my knees at ease antifreeze
and I ain’t going to wait for nothing
cause that just ain’t my style
it’s you when I smile
watching you walk down the aisle
life couldn’t get better
this gon’ be the best day ever.
Thank you to anyone who read, liked and left a comment on anything I posted this year or ever. I appreciate you, happy new year.
~Sam T. G.
Angel of Two Fruits – Stainless Steel
I carry you with me everyday.
Find you in between the lines of each poem
in the songs I write and a god will smite
if I ever do wrong.
before me walks an angel
an angel of two fruits
and one bite, I was hers-
the sour outer to ward away the weak
until the sweet middle hold my tongue unable to speak.
Walking alone to the store
her shadow will hold my hand
and all the noise
with her the heart feels slow
a necklace of turbulence
a ring of the past
shoes of yesterdays choices
all these accessories
you’re the chain that never breaks
stainless steel one hell of a meal
and one day they’ll take a picture of me down on one knee.
Weightless around my neck
never in anything Aztec
sheltered from the storm, low-tech
rising above the rift and diving on the raft, high-tech
never taking a day off- never needing a rain check
the one and only, cashing in that pay-check.
3rd Degree – Tom Ford Suit
I sat in the shower longer this morning
to wash off yesterday
the burn marks on my skin remain
but under the water-
it’s invisible.
Walk through the park
stop at the deli
read a book on the train
they would never stop me and ask how I got these marks
they can’t see them.
I spend hours scrubbing-
the picture of being perfect signed into my mind like a branding
the perfect being doesn’t show these weaknesses
they don’t have burn marks.
I don’t roll up my sleeves
wear shorts in the summer time
laying on the beach, in a Tom Ford suit.
Sixteen Fears
I asked my buddy once
what he does to calm himself down.
He is an angry guy and he doesn’t get into fist fights
that I know of
so he must have a trick.
He told me he counts
s l o w l y
lowers his heart beat before he Hulks out.
After publicly laughing
and secretly taking notes
I tried it at home;
One, number of episodes I’ve seen of Ferrigno’s Hulk.
Two, number of times I had to convince myself that I’m not losing it before actually giving this a chance.
Three, pick up sticks.
Four, the number of times I thought about calling the love of my life and not doing it because I don’t want to be a bother.
Nine, worries I’ve given before reminding myself that she loves me and I need to escape the narrowing halls of my own mind.
Sixteen,
Eighteen, the year I decided to burn the world down from a water tower.
Twenty-two, the damn Taylor Swift song that will probably test time.
Sixty-nine,
Eighty-three, letters it takes for me to confess that I don’t want to roam this earth without you by my side.
One hundred and forty-three, It’ll be okay, as long as you know that you’re worth it and won’t give in to every single hick up even though your mortal self can’t help it.
Here, I learn he doesn’t deal with anger,
it’s the way to talk out his own insecurities.
Mine showed their tattooed faces at the first sign of a rain drop
no forecast of showers
towers blocking the sun
gun cocked to my own forehead
dread as I lower my own arm;
One hundred and forty-four, one day these worries will mute, the button is jammed in the remote but it’ll pop out, just have to keep counting.
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