Poetry · Writing

you:you

i spent the whole day thinking about you

writing poems about you, you

in my last life it was you

in this one it will be you, you

never take a pause you

are the shinning star you, you

are the center of it all you

are the spring in these sneakers you, you

come to me in my dreams you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

put your hands in mine chest in mine you

make me never want to leave this bed you, you

have me writing love poems about you

and for you all of me to you never waivering for you

armor wove of love you will never see it crack you

will see your own reflection

Poetry · Writing

re:1159

it is hard- to not be excited about tomorrow

every second closer to the next

is another closer to you

fear never in the rear

yet, it needs to be just for me

to set a bomb at 1159

will end tomorrow

before the alarm sets

the last tick

tomorrow ends with a crick

in a mellow field

alone.

 

Poetry · Writing

one spell – two bell

the way we tell it, i found you-

really, you found me;

a wanderer,

and you;

never let me stray,

your eyes found me

deep into my arms

shut off all my alarms

while smiling

file two smile and i’ve been yours

walking that extra mile-

you found me walking nowhere in circles

a dream and two cents

and now its three and a mission

a magician with a spell

and with your permission

i’ll make this the last one

ring the one bell

Poetry · Writing

icy legs

never questioned the answer

from worried lips

shaking like winter is here

the long night is upon us;

you lied-

i know you did but you pretend like i don’t

and like tomorrow will wash it away

scrub and scrub

i can still feel your words biting at my skin

never questioned your answer because it was the truth

in that moment; in that moment

your truth was words found burried underground

and you sold them to me for half off-

lies lie lies

spin your web

i’ll wait here, to see how far you’ll go

Poetry · Writing

walking miracle

i watched you

walk away

and walk back

patter around in circles

chasing your tail

digging a hole

burying a bone;

i watched you

give life to a dead body

rising from ashes

a part that was long gone

a part that had given up-

i watched you preform a miracle,

not a spell or a wish

effort and a gift,

Poetry · Writing

stone mountain

best believe-

best believe your tokens are no good here

we share currency from stone pockets

stone mountain- picks and hammers looking for gold

not for currency- your tokens are no good here

to shine on your finger,

it’ll break the mountain top

send rocks and fools gold tumbling down

cracking the earth below

best believe

when the earth settles and the tears fade

know, your gratitude, your tokens

are no good here

Poetry · Writing

my favorite ode

i ask for this dance;

your hand in mine

the curve of my palm at curve of your waist

we won’t waste the song

either my own or one that is slow-

slow enough so our steps sync with our beat

it is

unique

our beat

drums come

the night

stay; in

our arms

we will

dance till

our hearts

recall

every

note  played;

the song

our song we will humb on the way home

humb in our bed

humb in our dreams

Poetry · Writing

lavender

it’s what home smells like

the aroma carries my clothes in my place

like a soft hand across my cheek

floating-

a memory shaped in a circle

never-ending

a reminder that you were here,

but when the scent fades

i crave you

a little taste to carry me for the week and the next

to be closer to home

found on the tip of your lips

the palm of your hands around my waist

leaving your lavender imprint on my chest

burning deep enough

so home is always with me