i see you in my dreams
that’s why i sleep all the time,
it’s like you never left
Tag: Writing
between 3rd and 24th
can never blame or feel anger
just another step,
just would rather walk
the other direction
living at home
i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
on the road
it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
closed casket:
i crave the peace
trapped in a box
of screaming wildebeest
stomping around singing
it’s a small world after all,
this is what they’ll see on my final days
death by Lion King,
they’ll laugh at that joke on their final meetup
doing what it was intended,
never want them to see the madness
just the joke
She’s the One
trapped in my head, she has the key
what i’d do, to be free from me
feels like a dream- a hidden scheme
but back to you, baby, a center piece
follow me, through hall after hallway doors
honestly, feel like i’ve been here before
probably, see you again in my dreams
an ever-everything-bring me tranquility
ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights
sight for sore eyes, sunrise
category five;
thought i’d seen it all
haven’t seen anything until i saw you
you broke all the rules
if there ever were
just loose guidelines
story of my life
loose and never rooted for the hurricane
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
getaway
i can’t stop the shaking,
the feeling of giving up
dropping everything
& start anew.
somewhere where no one knows
anything, where i can build,
somewhere quiet,
it won’t stop the shaking
it’ll be back the next day
maybe a month from now
but that time
sounds perfect
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in
through the door under the pile of books
only you know where that door is;
you love to take control
drive around the block a few times
be spiteful as you give the keys back
& back out the trap door,
i worry the day you never
turn the controls back
Saint's Muse 