Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it’s what home smells like
the aroma carries my clothes in my place
like a soft hand across my cheek
floating-
a memory shaped in a circle
never-ending
a reminder that you were here,
but when the scent fades
i crave you
a little taste to carry me for the week and the next
to be closer to home
found on the tip of your lips
the palm of your hands around my waist
leaving your lavender imprint on my chest
burning deep enough
so home is always with me
i want it more than you
so keep my name out of your mouth
i don’t have the ego for this era
and it’s on the low
you can read my name from your couch
you’ll go to the internet and vouch
that your time was stolen
that i never punched out
this wasn’t your shift
and this isn’t overtime
i’ve been here putting in two times
working two times as hard
putting in two times the effort
and you’ll complain two times as much
but i never learned your name
but you know my story
i worry that i’ve wrote it before
said it before
and the words lose meaning
like white out to a dictionary
i mutter white noise
it’s not that this was my goal
or i over say these words
i don’t want you to question or forget
i don’t believe in ten seconds you’ll forget
it’s the eleventh i want to be remembered
and after the twelfth i’ll be there to hold you
thirty i’ll build you a fort that we can live in
a map will be in your email in the morning
on a porch
not my porch, a quiet family owns this porch
they go away on the weekends
i like to imagine they have a country house so their kids can play-
i feel apart of it when i sit here
the tire swing
star-gazing past our bedtime
never going to sleep cold,
on the porch
i go to sleep tucked in with a kiss on the cheek
but like a dream it’ll end
in the morning they’ll return
and i’ll be gone
i don’t believe it was a dream
that brought me into your life
it wasn’t a boat dancing in rose petals
it was the warmth of your two arms
reminding me that it’ll be okay
that this job isn’t going to be the end
a rose petal boat ride didn’t bring me here
but i’ll bring you across that river
and will enjoy the view:
a sunset, one that pauses time-
a palace in comparison;
in comparison to the dump
where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace
a necklace to present you:
i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem
the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer
and i want to put it around your neck,
a present for a princess living in her palace
anyway to distract the fact that i live in the dump
and i want your parents to like me
and i want to be invited back
but i only have the one necklace
i am not a seer
a witch or a god
but i knew i’d be here
falling;
falling through the depth with arms outreached
trying to grab onto anything
anything more than the absence of screams of help
falling;
for you
is nothing less than colorful
like a rainbow slide with a green hat at the bottom
falling;
i don’t want to stop
i worked tirelessly to fall this long and hard
and flying feels like walking over cement
until falling with you
the bottom never comes
not sure it exist
and i love it
Woke up this morning
With a bright idea
Maybe I can exist
Forever right here:
pulled up with two to my name
nothing but a dream of fame
the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same
i’ll be here longer then you expected
spread all this magic i’ve collected
screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected
change in the moment
change for the moment
singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment
flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)
stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel
until I run out of jet fuel
Fate in your hands
While you’re waitin’ for me
I’m already there
Fallin’ in deep
Now is only now
Head back to the ground, dear
i made a lot of bad choices
you are not one of them
i learned from my mistakes
and i learned how to love you
trial and error to sharpen my teeth
before biting into your skin
if all the blood spilled directly
related to me loving you correctly
i’ll savor every kiss
when your eyes flutter when you’re having a dream
and this is mine;
the road;
a misunderstanding
broken trust landing
the sign said lover demanding-
a fools game played with fools gold
and i am in debt
not a risk or trust fall
takes money to make money
kitty poster on the wall
a misunderstanding
account overdrawn
a broken trust landing
never a i’ll be right there always a hang on
the sign said lover demanding-
under the red river walk-on
the squandered pawn shop
pumping muscle out of my vessel
traded for a penny for the ferry
jet tail on the sea front gambling on freedom
away from black crossbones away from eden
treason, the road will wash up, defeated
Saint's Muse 