Tag: Love

Poetry · Writing

sincerely, lily

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lyin’ to these boys

you were never invited

fell ablaze and denied it

lyin’ to these boys:

you were never invited

wandered the world

can’t trust anyone with a mask on

brings you back to those days we act young

dark times: hood up top down rollin’ blocks

flying high they called us the young hawks

lyin’ to these boys

twenty five and we failed em

twnety one and we runnin’ out of time

you were never invited

stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’

sorry;

but not really

the words out your mouth are just silly

yes really

no they aren’t busy

they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily

damn

lyin’ to these boys

your the guest of honor

just not for honor

two years will all be goners

you say we are all on a roll

dishonor to the ones out yondor

stay home

you weren’t invited

Poetry · Writing

bacchus

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i believe it’s meant to be

when the rain swept away

the nine on the night of wine

left all on the right wing

so i sink

swept away on the nine

i remember the wine

in boxes- floating

sent away with a sticker in rain

meant to be

swept in the rain

sinking

on the night of wine

Poetry · Writing

board game

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i can’t answer

i missed that day

or

wasn’t invited

locked out of a room

i thought i had a key to

locks changed

password changed

but everyone swears it’s all the same

just pieces on a board game

saying sorry you missed all the clues

lost in a twister a ride for uno

they say to risk it all

but the monopoly you have

on the ships of battle

leaves my ticket to ride

lost.

Poetry · Writing

hollow being;

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i remember screaming;

screaming in the middle of the intersection

no one could hear me

in a box of crystal

peaking out into thousand of faces

none shining back;

for a second

at the corner of her eye

i can see she looked

like lazer right through me

an away

the isolation

i remember the cold tips

of the ever lasting crystal

 

Poetry · Writing

stars and bars

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you’re the baddest bitch

and you know it

everyone can see it

and this is the sales pitch;

stop playing.

i can see the practice

in the batters cage

straight to lights on centers stage

just to distract us;

i’m staying.

this world is yours

a seat for me in the front

my favorite scene i do my own stunts

above the stars and bars;

you’re slaying.

 

Poetry · Writing

brunch

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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

Poetry · Writing

two person show;

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i love talking to you;

somedays it is a ball of laughter

snowballing down an avalanche sized memory.

the next will be at each others throat

the next time we see each other

be at each others throat.

the next will be asleep in each others arms

loving and dining taking turns

learning and performing

for the days to come

Poetry · Writing

good ol’ days

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i changed the channel with my mind

i remember when instagram was only food

these seemed liked the hay days

not challenged working through a maze

but here we are;

i went with that 70s show,

when i changed the channel with my mind,

they portray a similar time

everyday was the good ol days

they never strayed far

and always had a good time;

i usually went with a burger,

for instagrm,

reminded me of home

on a warm summer day

in a turtle shaped pool