blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
transfused:
bleeding finger tips
over your tan washed drum kit
dragging your worship like a rotting corpse.
early on sundays to meet
before wandering eyes can undress
my wishful thinking;wishing
and put her in wolf fur.
i am sorry for missing our date
not one to do that
but
i can’t promise
that it won’t
happen again
power to the nightmare
calling Julie;
she came with a Cape
caught in a turbine
and gone
calling Julie;
just a name i read in a book
someone across the globe
reading a book
with the name Tyler.
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
his words carried further
deeper
on my way to heaven
please please please
let me hold on to
all of my
all of our memories
soaring higher than sora
to a kindom where our hearts
never die
please please please
on my
on our way to heaven
solid yet transparent
single father
of a blister memory
thorn the size of a skyscrapper
over twelve seconds large
feuding over many coins
or a six month contract
for a home overlooking a fence
and some kids walking home
from soccer practice
flipping coins
n sipping pop
we lost.
we were barely playing,
showed up late
cussed each other out
finished strong
too not show up when it mattered most;
it’s not all you
i know the ball could have been better
not perfect, just better
we were never perfect
just humans
showing up each game
playing for our lives
the falling isn’t the worst part
it’s the moment right before
you land;
it’s here in a blink
while the other eye
is idle
chances of a revival;
last night you came into my dream
last night you were a dream,
to bring a few words
chances of a revival:
the second coming
your rebirth is here.
awaken
looked out the window
the peep hole
nothing
just stay an extra night
will waive the fee
the loose change
free of charge round trip flight