AllAtOnce

AllAtOnce Apr 2017

it's hot coffee and warm paper cup steam
and illegible tattoos without a theme
it's late night eyes and restless hours
and cheap notebook paper towers

it's sleeping until noon and arriving late
because of weekday parties that couldn't wait
it's worn out chucks and shirts with holes
based in a religious background and thrift shop clothes

it's community cups and feet without shoes
seen by long eyelashes and the color blue
it's ink rubbing off on freckled hands
from crumpled papers thrown in trash cans

it's an improbable dynamic and an impossible feat
because of barely-earned titles and grinding teeth
it's the quiet thoughts and midnight dreams
that, come the sunrise, are not even feelings.

#blue #papers #news #nofeelings #whatisit

AllAtOnce Mar 2017

Extra-Extra: Hear all about it

Do you have a byline?
Do you have a name?
I swear it's always changing
Why are you never the same?

Are you just a teaser
For something that lies beneath?
A shabby, broken prelude
Like chipped and shiny teeth

Maybe you're a template
Rigid, with ****-ups here and there
Burried beneath the words assigned
That are too specific to spare

I bet you're just an issue
Filled with pages of opinions and concerns
Wishing to step away from your stand
But you're just too much to burn.

Aug 2016

Robin Goodfellow

The Changeling

Prayers amongst the cold
ash-stricken
skies.

I saw you there
weaving pretty lies
along edges of night,
with all your hellish plights,
as you lose sight,
of your innocent light.

Prayers amongst the cold
eve of unquiet
dead.

I saw you there,
screaming your past regrets,
crying out what needed to be said,
while following the blood you've bled,
as you dye your childhood red.

Prayers amongst the cold
words of forgotten
tales.

I saw you there,
with your abandoned sails,
your dreams and everything you've failed,
neglecting the praises you've hailed,
while traveling the icy gales.

Prayers amongst the cold,
for the weeping stories
untold.

#loss #dreams #sorrow #fairy #cold #innocence #forgotten #icy #tainted #changeling

AllAtOnce Aug 2016

Sunday Mornings

I always hated Sunday mornings
So I cursed my retail job
Doughnuts and coffee couldn’t make up
For the sound of my alarm
But that day it was different
You came in with your sunglasses on
Tattoos on your arm
And that was what could have changed it all

You said you’d pick me up at seven
That I should bring my dancing shoes along
I should’ve asked what you were on
We walked into the restaurant
It had a ballroom inside
I must have stepped on your feet
At least a hundred times
Your hair smelled like citrus
Your breath smelled of gin
Your tattoos creeped up and around
As we began to spin

You showed up one Sunday evening
It was just a couple months in
Tears streaming down your face
And I just let you in
The story came out slowly
Each chapter worse than the last
I held you in my arms as I
Tried to erase the past

I wore a white dress one Sunday morning
Flowers in my hair
The Wedding March played overhead
There was excitement in the air
You held my hand and smiled
With a chorus of “I do”s
Now we’ve got nothing left to prove
We made it all the way through

I woke up early one Sunday morning
To the baby crying next door
I set my feet on the floor
But you had gotten there before
I found you in the rocking chair
And she’s tugging on your hair
And I fell in love again

He died on a Sunday morning
Sitting in a hospital bed
I never thought it would end
Our daughter was thirty seven
I didn’t know what to do
So I went and got a tattoo
To remind me of you
So I could fall in love again
Even after it all ends

I always hated Sunday mornings
So I cursed my retail job
Doughnuts and coffee couldn’t make up
For the sound of my alarm
But that day it was different
You came in with your sunglasses on
Tattoos on your arm
But then you stopped and turned around
And just like that
It was gone

#mm

AllAtOnce Aug 2016

Of the Contradictory Variety

He's got an eye for storms so he walks right in
A Bible in one hand
And in the other a sin
Torn between who he wants to be
With everyone else pushing and prodding
He doesn't know who to believe
He's the guy at the party with the drink in his hand
Rambling about how guilty he is
But drinking as much as he can

A walking contradiction
A Bible in one hand
And in the other a sin
He can't feel the world around him
So he tears himself apart just searching
For anything that means something
A word or a song or a remedy
A book or a person or just maybe
An identity

AllAtOnce Jul 2016

Tattooed shells of who we could've been

Family is important cause it's all that he has
His eyes are too dark
He's got tattoos on his hands
Hiding behind a shutter and a lens
Just to he can see the world
In a better way than its been
Maybe he can't commit
And maybe he jumps around
Because that's what someone did to him
He's just a shell of who he could've been
But a few drinks too many
Stole away that chance
I guess family is important enough to breathe
Because no matter how hard they tried
They could never really leave

Jul 2016

Creep

Go

into the woods
we rode our horses
into the woods we went
and further down the road
a little troll we met

he told us how things would end
how the end was drawing near
we turned our heads
and went on our way
for nothing could make us hear

the tales of danger behold
of the realm we were to go
we ignored and continued
where no one else would go

and so here we are
in the realm of tales
that no one dared go

and here we are
together we are
together forever
we shall go

idk like the rhythm to this

no song, just the steady 1, 2 rhythm to this