Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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 that shit)
you know i love you
since the moment i saw you
that song began
my- our favorite
on this first floor
of this safe place
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 it all into my road rage
should i?
show up at your door let you know this is meant for more i’ll never leave this is what i stand for
should i?
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
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
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you love me
it’s how you saw me;
the way your beautiful mind puts me together like a puzzle
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 blood i spill
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
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
i see you;
like i see myself
you are a mirror
you raise my hand
i tilt your face
your finger on my lips
my hands on your waist;
as i walk away you pull me back
as you wander around i’ll be your map
i’ll blink and you’re gone
blink and you’re back
you talked
and i walked
i’d never let the air between us
hold our throats hostage
suffocate that will-
it’s the last thing;
i’d never;
most of the time i stutter and mutter
and wonder what’s on your mind
for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind
fixating on tonight
i’m not a white knight
too many stains from rain
shooting through my brain
like i lost game seven an champagne
is rainin’ down-
it’s the last;
never.
They say you’re nothing without it-
they haven’t seen it win a little
makin’ money wasn’t so lonely
feedin’ kitties wasn’t so phoney
look how far – we – came
can never shed that blame
just want another minute wit’ it
you can leave it, you can love it
they say you’re nothing without it-
so what’s the use?
fourth times the charm
here on my arm
when I had nothin’
shit was always so funny
made a promise to the honey
you’d never be lonely
you can love it-
just freaks – me – out
i just wanna fly
Saint's Muse 