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
Tag: Poem
binge watching
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
ghostbusters
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
the bunny hop
i walk backwards
so people won’t say i haven’t
i see their charm and their lies in reverse
counting blessings and you weren’t one of them
and you walked right out
two steps at a time
aqua green
i never wanted to believe there was someone like you
it was easier not to-
to focus on breathing but not living
it was easier to see roads that came to an end
easier to plan for the next few months
to shorten the lines
but here i am wondering which shirt i should wear to match your eyes-
it was easier not to worry
now i can’t imagine it any other way
taco tuesday
your eye held me
down
melting in your pot
crumbling to fit in what you believe the world to be
and i gave you what you wanted-
worse part is
when i think back
i don’t think i could keep myself
speed limit
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
grandmaster
fighting- you are way above my level
just joined the game and you’re a grandmaster
to avoid disaster i need to be better faster
hold on just a little longer-
i can catch up
can’t learn to be a goddess
but i can learn to look into the sun-
this server; you let me in
against all odd calling in the will
of a grandmaster
silver key
yielding at gates
crossing would be the end-
watching from the window
chariots and kids screaming with bows and bows
gods feeding horses
thunder storms at the tips of fingers
the heat of the furnace lingers:
crossing would be the end-
pleasure on a patterned plate
love on patterned sheets
sleets of snow below my feet
and now i am yielded at the gates-
watching kids play with bows and bows
and i see the end in bright lights
a silver key in my left and the lock in my right
but
i don’t belong
banana loaf as tribute
might as well be mud pie
for tribute to a god
trouble wall
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
Saint's Muse 