blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
transfused:
bleeding finger tips
over your tan washed drum kit
dragging your worship like a rotting corpse.
early on sundays to meet
before wandering eyes can undress
my wishful thinking;wishing
and put her in wolf fur.
i am sorry for missing our date
not one to do that
but
i can’t promise
that it won’t
happen again
power to the nightmare
calling Julie;
she came with a Cape
caught in a turbine
and gone
calling Julie;
just a name i read in a book
someone across the globe
reading a book
with the name Tyler.
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
jump jump
let the past be past
jump jump
the slam behind
is the closet for the nines
fines build
lines fluid
jump jump
the rope
jump jump
the broom
jump higher
higher flyer
on a billboard
off the closest exit
in the old closet
jump jump
the old days
his words carried further
deeper
on my way to heaven
please please please
let me hold on to
all of my
all of our memories
soaring higher than sora
to a kindom where our hearts
never die
please please please
on my
on our way to heaven
solid yet transparent
single father
of a blister memory
thorn the size of a skyscrapper
over twelve seconds large
feuding over many coins
or a six month contract
for a home overlooking a fence
and some kids walking home
from soccer practice
flipping coins
n sipping pop
they drink to forget
i write to remember
those are always the first two things
people give up
we lost.
we were barely playing,
showed up late
cussed each other out
finished strong
too not show up when it mattered most;
it’s not all you
i know the ball could have been better
not perfect, just better
we were never perfect
just humans
showing up each game
playing for our lives
chances are
you’ll forget;
the long nights
the honest hours
the weakness;
and remember our last fight.