ring the bell
dinner is ready-
i missed it;
silent to the bell
house on a hill
chances are
i’ll miss the next one
waiting for the right one
to ring that bell
Tag: Poetry
on the left
if i lose you
i lose me
two truths don’t make a right
so we made a left-
left it all behind
so i never lose
me
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up
broken down over the years
it has been awhile
you’ve been hiding
i know you’re still kicking
i can see the fog like breath from your den
i can smell it;
old stained blood eyes
you must be waiting for my back to turn
but i am done with you
i know you will stay
but that was our last bout
this won’t be about
you anymore
back to basic
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
countdown
we ring in this new time
all i want is to love
love everything
love everything harder
everyday.
to remember
that is what matters,
let’s sing
let’s dance
let’s let the world around
dissapear
city adjacent
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
amphibian library
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
ghost writing
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
something new
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
white flag over apartment 329
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.
