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
every inch, was not a promise
gloves without the ring
night without the moon
yet, we are howling.
wanderer without a road
ready for adventure.
and you gave me the map
taught me to read the legend
handed the pen to script the legend.
the spine in my back
the knuckles of my fist
the blood i spill
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
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.
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
just a program
tied hands and a panel for a face,
booted,
running
running
smashed escape until deleted
mind sweeper;
facebook for two hours
kayla got a puppy
that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler
like, it was totally awesome
running
running,
buzzfeed quizes
i am the king of the north
micheal jordan
micheal scott
moon walkin’ skywalkin’
running,
and it’s black-
reminded the processor exist at your will
the fan comes to a swirling halt
and it’s quiet
head above the water,
we were not all created equal,
she whispered.
can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear
this pool is a blessing
for i am meant to be worshiped,
like a mermaid
you’ll never meet another
don’t bother
for i am your queen,
i’ll escort you, for with me,
you are a hazzard on my leash
forward- all forward
away from the santic minefield
the shadow of a lesser form
frantic heat shield;
you walked a lonely road
the day is now red
halted on tolerance avenue
left pondering your world view
the experience breaks fear-
found the experience at the tip of a card
now knives break against my skin
folding full houses and straights down the drain
but my knees still shake in the rain
quivering at the memories
traded for guilt
measured in nightmares,
at the tip of the card was a jack,
and now inside this club
try to scrub this sleep clean
before the fear breaks loose
Saint's Muse 