it swirls inside me nothing i can do; locked in a room and nothing but a light- hearing the blade swinging round and round a powerful swosh like top of nike hill falling; shaking with floating pieces of a being i can't make out and everything goes black- falling to pieces breaking bread with an… Continue reading blender
Tag: Connection
left on hold;
i wished for a miracle i was put on hold; humming along to we are the champion i can see myself in a crown before it melts never replied i'll keep calling you're worth the miracle
silver medal
there is no where to escape all exits are blocked and i hold my hands wishing on a star that i'm not acquainted with not yet; for an answer the pedestal is so lonely second; third is a ghost and first, first is somewhere else here and no crowd or medals just a box with… Continue reading silver medal
first floor – second deck hall of a balcony still under construction
i only can picture you not in a frame or a scrapbook a memory; where we all live in harmony dancing on the first floor our favorite floor the song- our song the one that hasn't been written it's our favorite, and you'll hold me run your fingers through my hair; (you know i love… Continue reading first floor – second deck hall of a balcony still under construction
yes.
should i? wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain should i? sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note should i? read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed… Continue reading yes.
bottom of the ninth
your sales pitch a curve ball off plate swing every time; it's the eyes across the green meet mine, disarmed and the bat falls across my knees i believe you, ready up a curve ball off plate, your eyes are honest your hands are not
the way; the only way
it wasn't the beautiful eyes your beautiful smile what you love, intrest the way your cheeks shine when you laugh, i mean really laugh the way your voice perks up when you talk about something you love when you talk about your future how you want to impact this world the way you touch me… Continue reading the way; the only way
a fighter
every inch, was not a promise gloves without the ring night without the moon yet, we are howling. wanderer without a road ready for adventure. and you gave me the map taught me to read the legend handed the pen to script the legend. the spine in my back the knuckles of my fist the… Continue reading a fighter
writing my favorite poem
i found you; a version of the same book i've known but i read it different your lines your words bring my skin bubbling hot trembling under your simile and your smile never meta and i see your metaphor as scripture and i want to carve you
polaroid
there is a plan guidelines for the tour and mine is shaped like a polaroid a white outline around a dream a few people a few books mostly love and a memory
Saint's Muse 