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Parker May 9
You,
are the only
one capable
of making
grey
so beautiful
Do you remember
when
we stumbled down
those rocks
carved from tears
just so you could
tie our shadows
together?
How hard it was
to steal back our
hands from all the broken
clocks after the cat
let go of there tongues?
I do
I’ve ran from
whispered lust
since that night
I’ve written sonnet
after sonnet
to keep you
afloat
though
this heart
will bleed
eternally
unless
the sun dies
of a spotless
mind
Parker Apr 9
I desire to show your eyes the beautifully dangerous colors that drain and paint from your heart
I want nothing more then to sketch your mind in a note book and have a million copies printed for the world to see and time to hold
Spell me out of your dictionary and define me through your lips
My waterfall starts from your lake
My shines sun crafted by your touch
You’re the only one who makes metal so soft  
and fire so tamed
My silences drowned out by the way you radiate a song that tells stories of comfort and whispers reminders of star’s importance still chained to time
Please grant me an everlasting dance with your pain
I long to study every line the spells out your fears
Parker Feb 12
She painted the moon in gasoline and fired the stars
Electricity will always be faster then you
A prescription sent in,
uncrashed waves that holds what will be written on every tombstone
You don’t have to tell me why you can’t sleep when it’s quite
I can’t either
Tires rolling in 4 different directions
And I’ve cut small holes in the map to see
For the moment, I am nowhere
For the moment, I accept I know nothing and this anxiety is shaped with sharp edges that will tumble in my gut till I am no more
Every red streak in my eyes ends with a different name
Every circled scar screams a dark song I am unable to remove from this endless playing jukebox
Thats why I can’t sleep when it’s silent
The songs won’t let me
My eyes won’t shut
I cant escape my past
Parker Jan 31
I found myself buried in the ashes of the thousands of love poems I was forced to use as kindle to keep the fire going in order to carry on.
Love letters filled with ink drained from scar tissue I’ll never let y’all see again
There is no brightest star in my orbit,
Just to many women that kept a piece of my heart and pulled the trigger, sending me back into the rabbit hole of memories that paint the story of my addiction.
I wake up to songs that promise love but always end in lies
End with memories lined with nails being hammered into my chest
You want to know why I’ve chased these chemicals so many times?
The truth is, I’m hoping the right mixture will erase you, or if not, me
When you love like I do, after it’s over the ghost never leave and they hold a remote capable of triggering the worst of feelings in every waking moment
They hold up pictures and storylines as reminders of paths you were so ******* certain spelled out love, but yours wasn’t forever.
They whisper sorrows that attach to the back of your hands so there’s no escaping the weights of all the times you were so wrong
It doesn’t matter how fast you run, what drugs you take, or how tightly you shut your eyes
All that was, is now forever apart of you!
My friends laugh at the tattoos for yall I’ll forever carry on my skin not knowing that the I do, cherry springs, and the giving tree are held so much deeper then the scull moon, heart on the tree stump, and name on my chest.
Not knowing that covering them in clothing is so much easier then trying to pry them from my heart and mind.
That’s the difference between me and you
My love is not a candle that will burn out one day
It is the sun
When it’s gone, so will I be
When it turns off, all my love as a whole will die
But until then
I love you all no matter what
Parker Dec 2018
You kept pouring love in my bucket with holes
I’m sorry that all the Women who used me as target practice have rendered me useless
As a child I use to carve our initials into trees hoping one day you’d stumble upon one of them and think of the boy who couldn’t forget your name
Now all I hope is you don’t forget mine
Regardless of all the broken strings, all I ever wanted was to play your favorite love songs and fall asleep surrounded by your poems
In my dreams, I paint your sonnets yet am always chased away by a silhouette of the nights I let you go
It wasn’t until we cut my heart in half did it become apparent that you actually let me go well before
Never considered a desired type until I fell in love with you
Though the word type seems irrelevant because we both know you’re one of kind
Thank you for sticking me back together and stringing my better parts so they give off the illusion to others that i’m alright even though we both know it’s a coordinated magic trick with a broken man pulling the stings behind the scenes
Not feeling your heart beat removed a crucial railroad tie that caused my train to crash
No expert could of predicted the outcome
A million pieces disappeared and it remains the last bright shining morning of my life
Maybe it’s all because my favorite poet hasn’t released a book
Or possibly because I was blind folded when you showed me the path to your heart
Either way, thank you for showing me how to steer without a wheel
Thank you for proving to me that the most beautiful colors are not colors at all
Parker Dec 2018
I keep mashing and reshaping the clay knowing there is only one shape you would call perfect
I love when you say things are perfect
They must of gave way to cordless phones knowing in this exact moment, I’d wring the cord around my neck as tight as possible just to erase this dial tone singing your name
In my imagination we were close as kids
We had some matching scars from different adventures, and I beat the hell out of any boy who ever caused you any pain
In my imagination, you never left me and the pier in PB has our initials carved into it on the farthest to the right pillar where i proposed
How could of anyone known the  shooken bottle was never going to make it to our lips and the line for the anchor would snap
I’m convinced everyone you’ve come across carries a piece of your hair in there pocket colored with different truths
I’m convinced some of my greatest pieces got mistaken for trash and tossed into the incinerator.. maybe they were trash
Can one feel colorblind?
Can deafness knock on doors and inform someone there ears aren’t the problem?
I tossed the book so hard, it came back around and split open my head
Parker Nov 2018
A bucket created to hold water with holes in it
A turbulent flight that never lands and has no pilots
A crashed relationship with two fictional story lines
Driving with two flat tires while low on gas and lost
Attempting to start a fire in the rain
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