i was told
i’d have to sacrifice everything-
anything holding onto would be let go
like butterflies in Spring
i’d let them
watch them
leave them
grow on my back like a fallen branch;
a pit stop for the weary
Tag: Poetry
candid vow
it wasn’t a joke or saying
not a line to pick or a quote to be memorized
nothing annotated or on the back of my hands
it is all here-
with you standing across from me
i know what i’ll see for today tomorrow
and the next tomorrow until i am all out of them
the highlight of my day i’ll make the highlight of my life;
you can know this now
because i’ve known for quite some time
that time was a knock off until you were added;
all candid- just waiting for my life to be stirred
thee unforgettable flavor
father glass
i see you in a whole new light;
a necklace we share
a place for prayer
a love all too rare;
farther than the pedestal you’re on
chariot to the top; blinded by your brawn
time to trace the fortress of glass through my fingers
you crossed into my lane with no warning and no blinkers
but willingly; never a red light hard bites through the night feels right
now, a place for prayer
is not a warrant for inspection
a love all too rare isn’t warranted with suspicion
just with a mission; to make it last
and put a chair next to yours at the top
pve
same colors like a teammate
kissing the trophy
we win together
scoreboard was sold
player versus player is a league
we don’t support
just us versus the world
midnight cruise
i am always running
on the treadmill, sitting down, eating breakfast;
the motor never quits, never an oil change or fluid change
check engine light has been removed
and a brick on the gas pedal-
the empty light came on a friday night
a shovel to the brick
a hammer
a pickup truck
but your delicate hands
with ease
found comfort under yellow umbrellas
your hand found mine and not on a steering wheel
stealing nothing instead given
given a chance to have free hands
free from the wheel free from those haunted nights
nights are easier and the darkness drives the other way
everyday is taco tuesday
there is nothing wrong with this city
i know where the best tacos are no committee
where i can get a drink that turns buildings into legos
house jumpin’ past two makin’ waves leavin’ graves leggo
but it needs a makeover;
a painter with a knife
can’t breathe in these fumes
it’ll lead me to my tomb-
lease is coming to an end
the potted plant stretchin’ its legs an ascend
not how i intended
it’ll pay dividend
come back one day
buy that taco place
turn it into a mansion
art of sharing
i am always on the next,
the next piece the next goal the next quest
it’s not that the roses aren’t beautiful but i don’t want to waste that second;
not chasing this dream,
a dream of sharing
this art,
a dream of waking up next to you every morning,
sharing eggs and toast
and if a rose bud cuts my finger on a tour of success
and i miss a single second with you-
sharing this art, sharing these eggs, sharing this bed-
i’ll burn every single of them down
special time of the month;
calendar has only one day on it
twelve months but one day
it’s the day i couldn’t forget
it’s never checked off and it happens every day
every day
it’s that time of the day
every day
my favorite day
our day
and i relive it in my future time
every day
my favorite day
cinema fan
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
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
Saint's Muse 