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
Tag: Poetry
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
i fuck with lasagna
running off lasagna energy-
i will remember these faces
the ones here now when all was muddy
my day one buddy
chillin’ blastin’ kid cudi;
we are all mr rager
hotline
i question you
your existence your plans your methods
which books you open when you have your own question
who answers your calls when you feel lost
do you feel mortal anxiety- depression
do you eat ice cream and watch twenty-seven dresses
to forget how she use to wear all those dresses-
do you ever wish, you could be us:
live, bleed, and die
do you ever wish we’d forget your number
so the line would be silent so you can catch up on game of thrones
do you paint on your spare time
smoke cook fuck read on your spare time
or is it just us
jukebox
love makes you do crazy things
spending everything for a second
she has me in the alley selling pennies
playing quarters with nickles
sitting on first after a triple
just for this dance:
and we will lock eyes as our paths join
fingers sway to the music all through your loin
oh me oh my your fragrance floats on by
smelling from my eye your beauty teaches me how to fly
and when the wind stops and your hair falls down your cheek
my lips fall into yours decomposing my knees oh so heavenly weak
and after a quarter
the song will end
to find another quarter
will be my long life quest
to dance again
my lovely empress
Saint's Muse 