Poetry · Writing

little red dream

she wishes from a washed brick balcony

stars too far to hear her

but her song still travels

paved with a milky trail of clouds

it might be all that’s left

she’ll never cease her song

until the day the stars reach their subtle ears

closer to her wolf proof balcony

she’ll be back the morrow

an the next

until the stars

are in her palms

Poetry · Writing

winnie; mad man

you taste like honey

in my memories you taste like honey

honey trust me i’ll be your pot

keep you safe

in all of our haste

everything we have faced

never stopped to put them in their place

it was all not a waste

attached at the waist

at your side i could never be erased

tell them all that i am that man

a lover a single dedicated brand

crowd pleaser one you always have to stan

i’ve been that man

this is the ground plan

i gave up being that madman

Poetry · Writing

hidden quiz; makeup. on.

sometimes, this is difficult

to beg for answers

everthing is truly a test

but this should have been open book

games being played

answers written on your hand

and i can’t even see the scantron;

laid it down

you, the one in the gown

pride of the hometown

strutting, wearin’ that crown

not ready for that showdown

but this is that countdown

wear it on my chest, i’m that proper noun

but i’m the one that looks like a fucking clown.

Poetry · Writing

the wanderer

the wanderer has no reflection

a boulder tumbling down a road

left bloody by her wife

wonderous by her mistress

alone by her husband

the wanderer has no reflection

they; walk

to find

something

a no name feeling

a response to a question

on a dotted line

written in invisible ink

revealed by

well

the wanderer doesn’t know

if you know

and you see the wanderer

on the road you avoid most

let her know

she misses her wife

Poetry · Writing

Ladders

the night to the day to the, light

all we can do is shoot up, right

baby baby baby give it that time

pennies don’t turn changes to dimes over night

put the ladder all the way up ’til we touchin’ the sky

a world of dreams will never be this high

somehow we gotta find a way;

i wouldn’t wait forever

just shoot your shot

we don’t need no more, no extra

we all we got;

action-

let it be a reaction

just a mental attraction

fighting invisble water

this hole is my alma mater

in love with a lie

thought i could fly

just wanna feel that free

fuck it all if it all ain’t me

somehow we gotta find a way-