Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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
i want to believe-
believe that today and the next are not a patch of air floating between my fingers
that your hands feel something real and not a figure of my imagination
is this- me
i can see what is real but it slips through my fingers
chasing like a dream i will fall through
ghosts of days i want to forget haunt the ones that i need to remember
is this- me
giving up like a dream i don’t know what is real anymore
maybe will buy a firehouse
make a dream of this nightmare
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
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 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
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
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
you watched me fall
you watched me climb, still watching
i know in her visions i am never stopping
a workhorse, mane and all
and i thank you for that:
dreaming on days when i can’t sleep
moving forward when my feet feel like concrete
living when i wasn’t sure how too
and i could never repay you-
i find myself wondering where you are,
if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:
i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm
lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you
no phone, no address, no one
a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal
the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier
and i haven’t seen you since
i hope you made it out of the storm too-
i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain
the light that i see in you, it is blinding
and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;
it feels fucking great
your body in my hands warms my soul
my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near
and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-
you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine
thank you
can’t finish first every time
you’ll finish short
and watch someone else cross your finish line-
i know
i know you can’t win them all but you were the one
so this one hits harder
everything feels so much farther
just watch the podium
this one wasn’t yours
they’ll talk about it for a week
and you’ll be gone
but be back
it was just one race
practice makes perfect
perfect is how i see you
you are part of a dream i live
live on a mountain with only your echo
echo the night where you taught me how to live
live to see the beauty of you
you are the beauty i watch so perfect
perfect how i feel when we practice
