Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it’s the nothing that scares me;
black voids
a space between nowhere
and a place that use to exist,
like a city forgotten by google maps
that place.
haunted by regret
sorrow
and a memory of existing,
it’s that place
that place keeps me up at night-
once littered with treasure
stripped clean like a harvest.
never a dull moment
words all frozen
runnin’ from the moment
never wanted to be your opponent.
but here we are;
windows wide open
fear holding the keys-
back when we were smokin’
loud world at ease- please
such a simple notion
being overseas
copin’ with a potion.
nothing but a busboy
singin’ sad songs on the arroyo
just need to be the best boy
shoyo
last winter
was the first time
in a long time
i felt genuine warmth
field of vision
narrows
constant barrage of injustice cannons
sharpened swords surround sweet serenity
red snakes tighten their grip
on a future for pirates
below deck
drown
they always wanna see you fall
be a king and watch you crawl
they never wanna see you tall;
until you make it big
say they knew you
when you were small
i believe in you;
it’s stronger than the faith
i have in myself
along the river bed
the storm flickers like a switch
drowning in my head
i think you’re pretty
wonderful, outstanding
the love of my life.
i’ll let you down from time to time,
hang my head to the floor,
but you’ll always be there
when the chips are down
i know you got me.
you’re beautiful
you’re smile boils my blood
i think
i know you’re the one
i want to spend the rest of my life with
just be you
all day;
the hardest request-
the you you see was crafted for you
tailor made
the hand me downs just don’t work like they use to.
i want
and that’s okay.
to behave
to learn
to wash
they teach, never to want.
i remember
a girl running in the park
only paper taped to a stick,
but her smile, something like;
a poor man winning the lottery
a musicians first time on stage
winning an academy award, while remembering your time jumping from couch to couch, eating scraps and wearing your sister’s husbands four year old shirt with a hole in the right shoulder – wearing your graduation suit, your parents last gift to you, two sizes too big, to every audition, to every job interview, to every date.
her smile, like nothing in this world, could make her happier- i want
that
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