Writing, Ideas, & Stories
there is nothing wrong with this city
i know where the best tacos are no committee
where i can get a drink that turns buildings into legos
house jumpin’ past two makin’ waves leavin’ graves leggo
but it needs a makeover;
a painter with a knife
can’t breathe in these fumes
it’ll lead me to my tomb-
lease is coming to an end
the potted plant stretchin’ its legs an ascend
not how i intended
it’ll pay dividend
come back one day
buy that taco place
turn it into a mansion
i am always on the next,
the next piece the next goal the next quest
it’s not that the roses aren’t beautiful but i don’t want to waste that second;
not chasing this dream,
a dream of sharing
this art,
a dream of waking up next to you every morning,
sharing eggs and toast
and if a rose bud cuts my finger on a tour of success
and i miss a single second with you-
sharing this art, sharing these eggs, sharing this bed-
i’ll burn every single of them down
calendar has only one day on it
twelve months but one day
it’s the day i couldn’t forget
it’s never checked off and it happens every day
every day
it’s that time of the day
every day
my favorite day
our day
and i relive it in my future time
every day
my favorite day
it’s my favorite memory
an ongoing movie
watch it while i’m sleeping
you look sexy in your directors cap
catching every second
played after on a projector
and your love is the popcorn
falling for you deeper
truth is i could never leave her
found peace in your arms
you took down all of my alarms;
i awake with you in mind
with you in my eyes
i want this everyday
i see tomorrow in your eyes
charmed by your vision
home improved on the television
i see tomorrow in your eyes
binge watching my favorite show
i want to believe-
believe that today and the next are not a patch of air floating between my fingers
that your hands feel something real and not a figure of my imagination
is this- me
i can see what is real but it slips through my fingers
chasing like a dream i will fall through
ghosts of days i want to forget haunt the ones that i need to remember
is this- me
giving up like a dream i don’t know what is real anymore
maybe will buy a firehouse
make a dream of this nightmare
i walk backwards
so people won’t say i haven’t
i see their charm and their lies in reverse
counting blessings and you weren’t one of them
and you walked right out
two steps at a time
i never wanted to believe there was someone like you
it was easier not to-
to focus on breathing but not living
it was easier to see roads that came to an end
easier to plan for the next few months
to shorten the lines
but here i am wondering which shirt i should wear to match your eyes-
it was easier not to worry
now i can’t imagine it any other way
your eye held me
down
melting in your pot
crumbling to fit in what you believe the world to be
and i gave you what you wanted-
worse part is
when i think back
i don’t think i could keep myself
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
