getting knocked down
has become
part of my mourning routine
Tag: Writer
independence
we all want
a second chance;
to run-
or jump fly dance
a second chance
to dance.
i want to dance
dance until i can’t feel my legs
and we have to fly away
skipped a beat; time police
it’s like time-
paused;
and we came back
picked up
exactly
where we left out.
it was never perfect
but on late nights
i never wanted to be
anywhere else-
but they took me away
cuffed in a back seat.
processed
& told to wait;
wait until-
honey dipp III
it’s like
we turned the clock;
left everything
the way it was,
except for us.
i’ve changed.
either for good or for bad-
the road traveled
left scars
memories;
made a lot of 2nd opinions
on things once ruled out.
to give everything a second chance
so life
doesn’t have
anymore
what ifs.
december a few years ago;
it was just a gesture
something simple;
but i hold it like a widow holds their child
something;
irreplaceable.
i wonder
what me now
would tell
a me
not ready to hear about the future.
at that time
the single grain of rice
had the weight of the world,
steamed
and afraid of loss.
i’d tell him
i think i’d tell him
you’re right
this loss,
won’t feel like another
because it was real.
untitled 21
modern warfare
is behind a keyboard-
twitter fingers;
have i-
i wonder
what the guy in the lemon jacket i saw at the movie theater
does on his free time.
the girl i saw in the polka dot dress eating a bagel outside of a ross
is insecure about.
have i ever
been so exposed,
bare skin riding the sun like a mechanical bull-
no.
i don’t think i’d buy the lemon jacket
if i saw it at a ross,
i’d stick out
but i’d try it on.
gopher
sometimes
just sometimes
i come out of
this deep hole
that i burried
to see the sun
in all it’s glory
go see a movie
boba
maybe a new hoodie
and shortly return
to the hole
and consider
doing that again
next week.
(maybe)
dining in
first idea
after we landed
was a cheeseburger
with grilled diced onions.
that detail was everything
yes you need a good burger
but without that singular topping;
i’d have passed on any other burger
static chapter
they’d never believe
the whole story;
it’s too wild-
weak to week;
i knew i was wrong-
for the right reason
i was wrong.
the clock never hit 7pm,
for our sunset-
i remember those nights
they’d never believe
we’d wake
one day
apart
talking about a sunset
together
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i don’t think
i’ve been myself
for a long time;
you didn’t know
it’s not your fault
goodbye.
Saint's Muse 