Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i believe you only get one
one real shot
at changing the way the world spins;
so will wait
finger on the trigger
eyes pierced into a lens
sweat falling off my brow
ancy as fuck
watching the fire;
knowing there is only one in the chamber-
it won’t come back i’m not ms. jolie
so i have to make this count-
this world wasn’t meant to spin
counter clockwise
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.
everytime i open the door
you jump leap claw
try to get free;
everyday, i stop you-
you bite cry scratch
everyday i wonder,
why i stop you
hard to picture time before you-
where the sky fell before the earth
where did people drown in sorrow before tears
and before wells carried life
before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;
the son- before the earth
i see an island with a single tree
a flag with a crab
and a witch
cooking a dinner for two
alone
just a program
tied hands and a panel for a face,
booted,
running
running
smashed escape until deleted
mind sweeper;
facebook for two hours
kayla got a puppy
that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler
like, it was totally awesome
running
running,
buzzfeed quizes
i am the king of the north
micheal jordan
micheal scott
moon walkin’ skywalkin’
running,
and it’s black-
reminded the processor exist at your will
the fan comes to a swirling halt
and it’s quiet
head above the water,
we were not all created equal,
she whispered.
can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear
this pool is a blessing
for i am meant to be worshiped,
like a mermaid
you’ll never meet another
don’t bother
for i am your queen,
i’ll escort you, for with me,
you are a hazzard on my leash
forward- all forward
away from the santic minefield
the shadow of a lesser form
frantic heat shield;
you walked a lonely road
the day is now red
halted on tolerance avenue
left pondering your world view
the experience breaks fear-
found the experience at the tip of a card
now knives break against my skin
folding full houses and straights down the drain
but my knees still shake in the rain
quivering at the memories
traded for guilt
measured in nightmares,
at the tip of the card was a jack,
and now inside this club
try to scrub this sleep clean
before the fear breaks loose
one way you’ll find yourself on your own
nothing wrong with that sitting from your ivory throne
just don’t phone home
with that stray
around your festive sleigh
carrying him over that archway
he’ll never be on broadway
after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing
what will you have;
when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass
what will you have;
fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl
what will you have;
remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids
kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch
catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night
night, that night- we had it all
