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
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
trouble is i’ve avoided the trouble for so long i can’t remember when the trouble was at my front door
trouble is i hate the trouble
trouble is that last one was a lie
i never use to be this way
trouble is now that i want the trouble all the trouble that i have put to the side
has come back
but
trouble doesn’t seem so troubling with you
you make the trouble feel like a box that we can step on together
and i can see the trouble
was only something that stood here- until you got here
love makes you do crazy things
spending everything for a second
she has me in the alley selling pennies
playing quarters with nickles
sitting on first after a triple
just for this dance:
and we will lock eyes as our paths join
fingers sway to the music all through your loin
oh me oh my your fragrance floats on by
smelling from my eye your beauty teaches me how to fly
and when the wind stops and your hair falls down your cheek
my lips fall into yours decomposing my knees oh so heavenly weak
and after a quarter
the song will end
to find another quarter
will be my long life quest
to dance again
my lovely empress
you watched me fall
you watched me climb, still watching
i know in her visions i am never stopping
a workhorse, mane and all
and i thank you for that:
dreaming on days when i can’t sleep
moving forward when my feet feel like concrete
living when i wasn’t sure how too
and i could never repay you-
i find myself wondering where you are,
if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:
i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm
lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you
no phone, no address, no one
a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal
the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier
and i haven’t seen you since
i hope you made it out of the storm too-
i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain
the light that i see in you, it is blinding
and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;
it feels fucking great
your body in my hands warms my soul
my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near
and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-
you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine
thank you
practice makes perfect
perfect is how i see you
you are part of a dream i live
live on a mountain with only your echo
echo the night where you taught me how to live
live to see the beauty of you
you are the beauty i watch so perfect
perfect how i feel when we practice
have it playin’ every day repeat
livin’ on my mind can’t delete
here for the front door not the back street
all these feeling i got are real not abstract baby concrete
soft sheets rip up the receipt feeling on my heartbeat
have it playin’ every day repeat
hold the key give a down beat
this view is amazing , gave me the window seat
down and out never admit defeat
holding down the fort never scream retreat
have it playin’ every day repeat
i worry i will run out of things to write about
run out of emotions or events
a friend asked me about it
i never thought about it
just cocky shit just here all about it
truth is- i see the art everywhere i go
a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands
a day ago a year ago-
my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways
different metaphors different emotions
like a camera at a new angel
always capturing myself
a still in time