Poetry · Writing

hunting the bottom of the pit

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

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Poetry · Writing

cold star

i have seen

the angle of you from a smudged mirror

i’ve never seen you so beautiful

diversity as concealer

brushed in with attitude

not the way you want to be viewed

but the look suits you

been through hell and this revival suits you

you’re going to change the world and i see it in you

it was only smudged for a minute

your beauty will shine through

never been worried for a second

you always pull through

you always will

 

 

Poetry · Writing

loving you correctly

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;

Poetry · Writing

war on all fronts

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

Poetry · Writing

personal touch

i see us arguing, a ton

usually about movies or music

and you want to be right

and i want to see you tonight

i love sharing passion-

i see us trying a ton of restaurants

half of them we’ll go back to

will share laughs at the other half

pasta will probably be our favorite

the ravioli is fire-

and i’ll take a ton of pictures;

shot for shot it’s my favorite

the album with pokemon stickers and harley quinn pins

listening to donald glover

 

Poetry · Writing

candid vow

it wasn’t a joke or saying

not a line to pick or a quote to be memorized

nothing annotated or on the back of my hands

it is all here-

with you standing across from me

i know what i’ll see for today tomorrow

and the next tomorrow until i am all out of them

the highlight of my day i’ll make the highlight of my life;

you can know this now

because i’ve known for quite some time

that time was a knock off until you were added;

all candid- just waiting for my life to be stirred

thee unforgettable flavor

Poetry · Writing

father glass

i see you in a whole new light;

a necklace we share

a place for prayer

a love all too rare;

farther than the pedestal you’re on

chariot to the top; blinded by your brawn

time to trace the fortress of glass through my fingers

you crossed into my lane with no warning and no blinkers

but willingly; never a red light hard bites through the night feels right

now, a place for prayer

is not a warrant for inspection

a love all too rare isn’t warranted with suspicion

just with a mission; to make it last

and put a chair next to yours at the top

 

Poetry · Writing

midnight cruise

i am always running

on the treadmill, sitting down, eating breakfast;

the motor never quits, never an oil change or fluid change

check engine light has been removed

and a brick on the gas pedal-

the empty light came on a friday night

a shovel to the brick

a hammer

a pickup truck

but your delicate hands

with ease

found comfort under yellow umbrellas

your hand found mine and not on a steering wheel

stealing nothing instead given

given a chance to have free hands

free from the wheel free from those haunted nights

nights are easier and the darkness drives the other way