if i believe in the worst
it’ll come true
like a bullet from the sky
rain will fall at the tip of my tongue
on 11:11 a wish i sent for;
if we believe in the rain
the clouds are our god
the weather our bible
the sun our pastor;
a religion of change
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hollow being;
i remember screaming;
screaming in the middle of the intersection
no one could hear me
in a box of crystal
peaking out into thousand of faces
none shining back;
for a second
at the corner of her eye
i can see she looked
like lazer right through me
an away
the isolation
i remember the cold tips
of the ever lasting crystal
stars and bars
you’re the baddest bitch
and you know it
everyone can see it
and this is the sales pitch;
stop playing.
i can see the practice
in the batters cage
straight to lights on centers stage
just to distract us;
i’m staying.
this world is yours
a seat for me in the front
my favorite scene i do my own stunts
above the stars and bars;
you’re slaying.
still;
when your lips touch
telling me your coming home
like you never left
key still works
bed still made
lies still heard
when you walked back i knew it would all be the same
still
this bed never felt the same until you walked back in
special guest
i worry i’ve
made every wrong choice
in a world with no take backs
i don’t want one
just a receipt
for my wall of fame
brunch
a cheese danish:
all the walls with the same wallpaper
found probably a walmart just like the paint
built in the 70’s, an older building on a newer street
a record among headphones
word processor among laptops
a cheese danish among iced coffee;
an older soul; at this foam party
more cardigans then sentences
yeah, i counted,
counted all the stars on the wall
the phones in hands
waiting;
waiting for tomorrow to wipe away this old building
these old records
but not this cheese danish;
i am gonna eat this
two person show;
i love talking to you;
somedays it is a ball of laughter
snowballing down an avalanche sized memory.
the next will be at each others throat
the next time we see each other
be at each others throat.
the next will be asleep in each others arms
loving and dining taking turns
learning and performing
for the days to come
good ol’ days
i changed the channel with my mind
i remember when instagram was only food
these seemed liked the hay days
not challenged working through a maze
but here we are;
i went with that 70s show,
when i changed the channel with my mind,
they portray a similar time
everyday was the good ol days
they never strayed far
and always had a good time;
i usually went with a burger,
for instagrm,
reminded me of home
on a warm summer day
in a turtle shaped pool
sometimes;
i have dreams
sometimes there simple
like tacos at that place down the street
on everything, they bomb.
don’t let it be a tuesday
ill transform into the road runner
and meet meet you there.
most of the times
i think about changing the world;
sometimes small,
like opening chick fil la on Sunday,
i’m sure i could start a political campaign off that one
most of the times,
i want to create something that enhances the mind
that makes others want to create
something the next kid can love
and grow up to rinse and repeat.
sometimes; i’m spiderman
but usually i’m me;
writing at a desk
with a half read book
playing digital chess
and a half eaten sandwich
rocks and stars
i wonder why you wait;
on hands and knees
for the rocks to shift into stars
once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow
rise, it might shine for a day
roll around in the mud
but return.
oh baby you’re the star everyone wants
but no one can be
glowing steadily
wishing for a god
to bring your star back
she’ll listen
but not even she
can bring back what has fallen
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