Tag: Regret

Poetry · Writing

kiddle

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seen it before

this is the part of the story were i start a fire;

same book, different page-

so lets burn the book

set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,

stay up all night and write new ones

laugh a little more love a lot harder

let you know that i will never run away

never be the one to be consumed by fire

i have been so tired

of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames

not this time,

i am not the human tourch

or controlled by these fears-

we will write a new one

call it the kiddle

so no fire will come close

Poetry · Writing

autophobia

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no one saves the princess in this one

dares to dance with death with this one

drop this and go get my machine gun

take the good and get away with my son

no one saves the princess in this one

time to laugh has come and time to run

soul on the way chips played an one

money made playin’ shotgun

money made that’s an earned run

talkin’s shit that’s a hit and run

wakin’ on a midnights sun

hey- livin’ long enough to outrun

never one and done

you are the only one

no one saves the princess in this one

can anyone here me- anyone

 

 

Poetry · Writing

a snake and a bear

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i fear the truth

and the power it holds;

so i cushion it with lies

fill fear with content like a stuffed bear

that bear is with me every night

never unkind or withering away

a shield against-

but i feel it moving

inside the bears belly slithering

like a snake- poising slowly

the bear can’t hold on

only on the cold nights but the others

when the bear isn’t enough

the snake runs wild and strangles

as i sleep –

as i sleep

Poetry · Writing

saint III

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i looked you in the eyes

and i took your words as gospel

preacher of the light

the filler of void

an anchor in the middle of the ocean

and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason

that outfit you can wear during any season-

i pray to you;

before thy i kneel and worship the grace you give

the challenge in your eyes gives strength to those

that can’t will themselves from bed

that can’t summon the strength

that wish for change and are granted borrowed time from your generous hands

that you for the gifts wrapped in neat bows

an angel from below i thought sent to curse

to burn

yet you tend to my gardens

for i

for i am only a humble poet

a dancer of water for the moons wishes

a singer for those souls that cherish the moments that never end

and you granted my wish

for that;

i will love in my borrowed time

i will write about your words

about your beauty

about this life, from this view

 

Poetry · Writing

two timer-

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talked more and walked less

came around and threw fits

never one for balance

and you haven’t stopped falling

no pausing no more stalling

lets talk a lot less and leave the comfort of the walls of our mind

venture out into the world- you’ll never know what you will find;

it’ll be scary i promise

the world is rude and unforgiving

but the same world is kind and loving

two timer, always a coat under, fine primer

the comfort of the walls have you on speed dial

you’ll answer and run-

but when you jingle the knob

and you feel all the pain in your heart throb

know i am proud of you- we all are,

Poetry · Writing

tootsie roll

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i walked a line

that was drawn for me

words were not my friend i found comfort in the arms of another

before the pen was my pillow

i needed you to find the center of a tootsie roll pop

i couldn’t rely on my own will

on my own path

on my own words

bleeding was just casual

love was always occasionally

direction was always running in after the bell rang on a monday morning with one shoe and no backpack;

 

always after the test was done-

always after the she found another-

always too late

Poetry · Writing

do not enter – double a batteries

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i know i have been in your thoughts

i woke up and my legs were shaking

roaming corridors i once lived finding myself a tourist

a map with rooms crossed out and a new name written

on brown tape-

renting or buying

a night affair or a lifetime package

why was i brought to witness;

a chance to outbid

or walk down a memory lane with caution tape

boarding off every entrance,

the tape was my doing

but the exhibits were made to last

and i wonder

how many double a batteries

it would take

Poetry · Writing

winter is here.

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lost in a graveyard

found six feet under

it was never meant to end this way

or maybe it was

maybe i choose to ignore the signs on the road

the endless yelling of choosing poorly

but right now was meant for the hollow

a cross of a god that was never my god

a cross for the forsaken or the loved

holds the seal tight

i would challenge him but

he is a god so that seems dumb-

against his wishes i will rise;

turn my hands into shovels and rise

the bottom could never hold a spirit like mine

a heart with everything still to give

stories left to be told

work still to be done

and

the last season of game of thrones

still to be watched

Poetry · Writing

yield sign re(move)d

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we are worth more then one chance

i usually deploy a weak baseball rule

three strikes

but weak because i can never call anyone out

even when they deserve it-

 

bad shit comes in threes(bleed)

should have been a breeze(beast)

fucked around caught your disease(21)

 

you have been out for years

kept you around against my wishes

missed the days when it was simple

dimples and smiles got you in the door

war followed and never stopped-

Poetry · Writing

yesterday’s grave;

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it is in our dna

like a skeleton in our closet-

we were made through violence

the quake in my clench fist

was the same in my past life;

it is not what i am here for

to lay down the sword and wield a shield like cap

i will use words to diffuse

this fuse and the only bomb that will drop

are f bombs to clear the fucking rubble

history only outlines today

but will still build an empire

an euphoria haven of shields

cutting fields of old patterns

burying violence in a grave marked yesterday