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
Tag: Fears
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
rocks and stars
i wonder why you wait;
on hands and knees
for the rocks to shift into stars
once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow
rise, it might shine for a day
roll around in the mud
but return.
oh baby you’re the star everyone wants
but no one can be
glowing steadily
wishing for a god
to bring your star back
she’ll listen
but not even she
can bring back what has fallen
honey flavor
it is a need
without second guessing or thinking
hands lay in yours
head in your lap
everything on the table
no where to hide
all on the line-
vulnerable;
in the eye of a lion,
weak and exposed,
in the eye of you
i found something new-
safety in fear
fear that this is a dream
a dream i never want to wake from
rating and reason
to hate;
i hate that i see it through these lens
with a rating and reason
never a smile and love.
bashing ripping tearing
screaming what do you mean
down a shallow hall
sending it back like a fastball.
instead of putting up your feet
having a beer
watching the game
laughing,
prison built of habits
guards wearing suits of routine
leaving the building on a scholarship of toxic purpose;
the one who judges
master of soup tasting
bubbles in this bitch;
rising tides higer bars loving times
they could never beat you;
they rubbed sand in your eyes
and you blinked in there face
bitch-
they can’t keep you down
your standards let them know that they are all clowns
probably should have inserted another noun
but it is what it is
the money makin’ ms
when you take the pop quiz
all the answers are b for back that shit up
i’m about to blowup
take a picture beacuse your makeup
could never look this good buttercup
blow bubbles on them babe
hit them with your cape
they are all just lesser apes
that gave up on their dreams.
i feel bad for them.
jungle book:’
it’s raining;
a week of it or so
nothing stronger then the fire
you left and now everything is gunfire,
rounds in my captivity
less and less full activity;
the rain came and it was already a jungle
beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains-
i needed your sun
and the beast came
howling at night
hunting during the day
lay away pathway waste in a day
mayday – mayday
wish we could find the boat that day in may
and sail back, to an island
leave this jungle-
the rain washed away the map
in branches hiding from monsters
looking at the sky
hoping for a pause
looking at the sky
caviar verse
jumpin’ off a building with a blindfold on
never feared the bottom when the lights go on
changed my id when light turns to dawn-
and jump;
-battered brain loose feel it ridin’ goose
–sailin’ true never lied or held the truth
—this is that moment it was never stolen (took you long enough)
like what’s up danger
i’ve been waiting for you
the miner
i challenged you;
further then i should have
the cracks are showing and your hair is thin
and i blame myself.
never told you when to stop
showed you how to quit
just a brick and a pedal,
and i only watched.
i should have asked what you were thinking;
what was the miner doing in the deepest part of your thoughts
was it gold he was finding or coal
but seeing your eyes i know what he was finding.
your hands were clean
yet your body ran red
the miner never quit
and you payed the price
and i blame myself.
i could have stopped you
maybe saved you-
now i search the miners left in the dark
the miners left in the dark
lonely chamber
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
Saint's Muse 