we shared, we accomplished our mission.
we exhaled, we scoped out the competition.
with a reward in my hand, a popped bottle of champagne.
chewing on my old thoughts, my future, and some romaine.
things come for those who wait.
I’ve have waited,
so “those” are coming.
as i read my poems about you i realize.
it wasn’t love,
it was a cry for help. that you chose to ignore.
can’t get mad at you,
i was the only one that heard myself screaming.
i am sick of “ifs ands or maybes”
the possiblys and kindas rolling off the jokers tongue.
i am more than just a “eh, well i guess” or “we’ll see.”
left here on my toes a while ago, […]
i was colored stupid.
my rose glasses was shading the
that was your true blue.
i wasn’t prepared for the crash but recovered quickly beca […]
*yells in anguish*
that is all.
I put your hands around my neck and waited for you to squeeze and when you did, I was the scared one.
I waited for you to catch on fire like i did for you but i knew you were water. you turned into steam and […]
my eyes glued to the window, i need them for writing though.
my book is full of stories i’ve yet to read. i just need to finish them.
i write better when i’m in Love. Infatuation, if you […]
does it ever feel like no matter how hard, how often or how frequent you push, push, push, push, PUSH, you can never seem to get ANYWHERE?
square one. 1st base. the fucking beginning.
my castle isn’t made of […]
trying to find peace is like,
trying to find blue ketchup,
at walmart when all that is in stock,
is mustard and organic mayo when,
you clearly remember seeing it on the shelves,
when you were […]
its been a hell of a week, driving around in fear while pumping doubt in the fuel tank.
everything is changing.
the locks of the world has finally opened back up but with the key around crooked stoplights […]
this year has been a big reboot for everyone, truly grateful to have something similar come back to the world wide web.
can’t wait to challenge the mind and the heart!
Well, second time doing the 12 hour marathon. truly excited this time around and even though i have a full time job, i’m making this shit work. my poems were a little childish last round, i plan to be […]
wow, we’re done,
man, that was fun.
12 hours of time well spent,
some good poems, some mere dents.
good luck for the rest of the twelve hours, please prevent tire.
keep calm and forever be a badass writer.
am i done?
no not yet.
1 more hour…
the party is almost over.
everyone is leaving. in 2s and 3s.
I guess I’ll go too.
let me grab my hand and I can go home “together”.
keep it up,
keep it up,
keep it up.
don’t quit yet,
you hear me brain?
…”oh shut up.”
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