watched you blink
for two minutes
shut like rhymes
featured in a song or two
and gone
shut out of existence
hope nobody missed this
terror in a mason jar
fireflies for hundredth time.
Tag: Blog
flashback
i remember telling you everything
you payed with eyes
a few pennies
and you lost it all
bacchus
i believe it’s meant to be
when the rain swept away
the nine on the night of wine
left all on the right wing
so i sink
swept away on the nine
i remember the wine
in boxes- floating
sent away with a sticker in rain
meant to be
swept in the rain
sinking
on the night of wine
board game
i can’t answer
i missed that day
or
wasn’t invited
locked out of a room
i thought i had a key to
locks changed
password changed
but everyone swears it’s all the same
just pieces on a board game
saying sorry you missed all the clues
lost in a twister a ride for uno
they say to risk it all
but the monopoly you have
on the ships of battle
leaves my ticket to ride
lost.
goddess of weather-
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
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
