Poetry · Writing

two times

i want it more than you

so keep my name out of your mouth

i don’t have the ego for this era

and it’s on the low

you can read my name from your couch

you’ll go to the internet and vouch

that your time was stolen

that i never punched out

this wasn’t your shift

and this isn’t overtime

i’ve been here putting in two times

working two times as hard

putting in two times the effort

and you’ll complain two times as much

but i never learned your name

but you know my story

Poetry · Writing

thirty and counting

i worry that i’ve wrote it before

said it before

and the words lose meaning

like white out to a dictionary

i mutter white noise

it’s not that this was my goal

or i over say these words

i don’t want you to question or forget

i don’t believe in ten seconds you’ll forget

it’s the eleventh i want to be remembered

and after the twelfth i’ll be there to hold you

thirty i’ll build you a fort that we can live in

a map will be in your email in the morning

Poetry · Writing

garbage man with an emerald necklace

a palace in comparison;

in comparison to the dump

where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace

a necklace to present you:

i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem

the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer

and i want to put it around your neck,

a present for a princess living in her palace

anyway to distract the fact that i live in the dump

and i want your parents to like me

and i want to be invited back

but i only have the one necklace

Poetry · Writing

Jet Fuel

Woke up this morning

With a bright idea

Maybe I can exist

Forever right here:

 

pulled up with two to my name

nothing but a dream of fame

the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same

i’ll be here longer then you expected

spread all this magic i’ve collected

screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected

change in the moment

change for the moment

singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment

flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)

stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel

until I run out of jet fuel

 

Fate in your hands

While you’re waitin’ for me

I’m already there

Fallin’ in deep

Now is only now

Head back to the ground, dear

 

 

Poetry · Writing

i’m still here-

ring in the bell;

it is a new year, at least by our estimation

lets face it the only dates we know are the ones sold to us

it is a new year, new year new me

but will go to the same places

eat the same food but work out for a month

new me

ring in the bell;

it’s dinner time

let the feast begin

eat like the food stopped coming

eat like everything before this was just appetizers

eat like it’s thanksgiving and we’re celebrating the gratitude of a race

before we would betray everything they stand for

eat like the food is fucking delicious

and don’t forget to thank the cook

ring the bell;

it’s the ninth round and you know you’ve lost the last seven

at least

only way to win is to put that other guy on his fucking ass

bite down and go forward

it doesn’t matter if you go down, what’s the difference

bite down and go forward

at least you go down on your own terms or you win

bite down and go forward

click those gloves together and show the results of all your hard work

the masterpiece hanging on the basement wall- give it some sunlight

the weight you’ve lost, it’s not much but it really is though

bite down and go forward

and hang that belt over that stuffed dear your great-grandfather left for you

ring the bell;

Poetry · Writing

a wanderer through toxic space

and through that space

he sought a moment

a moment where space wasn’t suffocating

and they could breathe;

away from these fumes left from yesterday

the suffering of those before left to rot

to choke the present

and the gift was this moment-

where we let our guard down;

let the space travel past

arms open wide

a space

where existing isn’t a bother

a crime

where existing is a gift

 

Poetry · Writing

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

Poetry · Writing

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

Poetry · Writing

ghostbusters

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