let’s
run away from this town
this town we are stuck in
escape this noise
escape the tragedy
dance into a state
that doesn’t know our names
until they know our names
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
let’s
run away from this town
this town we are stuck in
escape this noise
escape the tragedy
dance into a state
that doesn’t know our names
until they know our names
i always here:
“where did you go?”
face plastered on milk cartons
at the local college poster boards
whispers at the taverns-
i heard he’s in miami now,
settled down
stable job
sings songs on the pier to the birds
or
he’s a frog
spends half his time in the sea
the other half in a zoo for you to visit,
i am right here,
every night you know where to find me
curl me up in your palms
but i won’t purr like before
like god you left a long time ago,
you can’t expect a warm welcome
healthy exchange
where did i go,
i left your intrest circle
so you spun me out
i am right here
singing songs on piers
swimming at the sea
writing poems somewhere in between
where i’ve always been
i wanted to say more
i wanted to shut the window before you’re last flight
to have one more fight
to let knuckles run red-
say everything
you’re already gone.
weren’t much of a boxer anyway,
wrote a thousand words and sent none
like treasure it sunk to the bottom of the ocean
we can go one day,
when the water isn’t so cold
that our skin falls off our bones.
write another thousand words
than wait
i don’t want to forget
anything-
this year has been a simulation
to test
everything;
to evaluate what it means
to live
that’s why you can’t see the scars
they aren’t real.
you want to believe it was
just to feel the fire of life
i caught myself
from a burning feeling,
something similar
as running away
from a place you called home.
sometimes you have no choice
when everything is crumbling
holding onto those few things
that keeps you on this earth
but you can’t-
the smoke was thick that night
waved like a flag in the night
as if it was surrendering.
this won’t be the last time
i let you down,
a bag full of errors
waiting to slip down these steps-
i joke
say it’s part of my programming
but you only notice
because you’ve always been around
this isn’t a game
but we play like one
take your ball and run
whenever you don’t like the outcome
couldn’t live without one-
the rain;
i remember it being, lighter
walking through it
hands as an umbrella
a scene i remember
in a novella
‘wants only go so far
without the time’
trespassing,
the sign said no trespassing
this was my home
now boarded up
red tape
for sale sign.
missed a page or two
why
all i want is home to feel like home;
trespassing,
memories of the open house
memories of the warmth
fresh scent of home
trespassing,
not welcome
it’s not what i want
today beat the shit out of me
same time tomorrow
same time tomorrow,
battered bones
mixed into shit pie
served all week
i failed you
an exam i missed
to hide away
to blow these streets
leavin’ our sheets
retail feats
knock me off my feet
fallin’
failin’.
your eyes are subtle reminders
that these ties were never crossed
left on eye level finders
and lossed-
one day i will forgive myself
just not on this calendar
circle a time
when the clocks hands are down
when i can see my own eyes
in your reflection