Writing, Ideas, & Stories
your silence was enough
your words are enough
and all i have are these
few lines before my power cord is clipped
few secrets in code
and all i want to do
is have a final dance;
a dress that whips necks
hips that never quit
all in on the cha cha
time to live and not watch on
a screen with tears
i see it in your eyes
a hunger for more
every piece has your name on it
if you can see it
you’ll take it
a bloodlust for happiness;
but when your head rest on my chest
the breathe slows to a mild sigh
i see the kid again-
chasing a dream on a t.v screen
trying on string like a queen on the screen
it’s your favorite scene
we watch it on repeat it’s our routine
in the mirror it’s a queen at thirteen.
change your lives in a few second;
biggest fear is not being there
when the ones you love most need you
left dangling off the edge
ready to jump
with a faulty cable
i see it at night
in front of me like a mist
barely there
and i wasn’t
touch of hatred;
carried a long way
held every thought like a parent
grew up playing catch with his brothers and sisters
you could never tell;
trained to never forget
triumph will never relieve
one day will walk in the light my brother
your journey will bring you back
i need you
like the flower needs the sun
when it’s all said and done
as i wilt away
in trenches of rain
my last thoughts will be of you
days spent in shine
my final quest;
i remember when i met you
starry eyed and a poem in my journal
it was a love poem;
swamped in your lawful eyes
justice in your hands
sanity for love
and I find fresh air in your presence
paid twice the fee
parked in the front
lights beaming in the night
front row:
stars feral and hungry
frothing at tasty planets like a buffet
lined up, ladle like soup
never enough always back for more
take a tour have a map- tour of war
a petting zoo of history
i. watch. myself. through. a. window.
i lost my pulse
driving away in a hearse
my reflection is a curse
nothing but a blank verse;
i. wouldn’t. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone.
emptiness bred immunity
only one in my community
before banished via mutiny
leaving me with this opportunity;
let. me. leave. this. hell. i. called. home.
saying it doesn’t make it true
lose before you win
spin the story around
drowned in the details
tales you won’t remember
member of the team
dream tonight of staying
the fall is graceful;
treated as beauty and all we can talk about
the rise is ugly
sweat and blood
scars and tears
summed up and fastforwarded
with a catchy top ten hit
just to watch the great fall;
Saint's Muse 