Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it wasn’t the beautiful eyes
your beautiful smile
what you love, intrest
the way your cheeks shine when you laugh,
i mean really laugh
the way your voice perks up when you talk about something you love
when you talk about your future
how you want to impact this world
the way you touch me
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you love me
it’s how you saw me;
the way your beautiful mind puts me together like a puzzle
you see it in the eyes:
the home page of the face
arrows being released over the wall
wallowing around:
the wall never helped anyone,
and now
you took an arrow to the knee
i found you;
a version of the same book i’ve known
but i read it different
your lines
your words
bring my skin bubbling hot
trembling under your simile and your smile
never meta
and i see your metaphor as scripture
and i want to carve you
there is a plan
guidelines for the tour
and mine
is shaped like a polaroid
a white outline
around a dream
a few people
a few books
mostly love
and a memory
i see you;
like i see myself
you are a mirror
you raise my hand
i tilt your face
your finger on my lips
my hands on your waist;
as i walk away you pull me back
as you wander around i’ll be your map
i’ll blink and you’re gone
blink and you’re back
you talked
and i walked
i’d never let the air between us
hold our throats hostage
suffocate that will-
it’s the last thing;
i’d never;
most of the time i stutter and mutter
and wonder what’s on your mind
for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind
fixating on tonight
i’m not a white knight
too many stains from rain
shooting through my brain
like i lost game seven an champagne
is rainin’ down-
it’s the last;
never.
everytime i open the door
you jump leap claw
try to get free;
everyday, i stop you-
you bite cry scratch
everyday i wonder,
why i stop you
They say you’re nothing without it-
they haven’t seen it win a little
makin’ money wasn’t so lonely
feedin’ kitties wasn’t so phoney
look how far – we – came
can never shed that blame
just want another minute wit’ it
you can leave it, you can love it
they say you’re nothing without it-
so what’s the use?
fourth times the charm
here on my arm
when I had nothin’
shit was always so funny
made a promise to the honey
you’d never be lonely
you can love it-
just freaks – me – out
i just wanna fly
hard to picture time before you-
where the sky fell before the earth
where did people drown in sorrow before tears
and before wells carried life
before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;
the son- before the earth
i see an island with a single tree
a flag with a crab
and a witch
cooking a dinner for two
alone
two frames and i’m still blind
what is right in front of me
is all i’ll ever need
everything else
is a luxury
Saint's Muse 