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John Taylor Dec 2016
You have caught me at an awkward point in my existence;
I am a sun
Devoid of celestial satellites
Yet despite my lack of purpose
I continue to radiate into the darkness
I am a piper
Who has played unto his own deafening
I can no longer sense my creation
Yet I continue to play melodies into the night
I am a desert
Without mirage or oasis
I hang onto the belief that I may still be fruitful
Although I wander lost within my barren self
John Taylor Dec 2016
We hinge reality on people
We hinge reality on the church steeple
All that begins will end
But the starting line is in your head
We call reality free
We call reality me
Take a seat under you favorite tree
And you might come to find what those words mean
John Taylor Dec 2016
I love her like the flower loves the bee, we bring each other great growth.
I love her like like the waves of the sea love the moon and stars, we move each other forward.
I love her like dark loves the light, we give each other perfect form.
But most importantly I love her like all living things love life, because she is.
John Taylor Dec 2016
I swing deeper down the spiral staircase
Lips between her thighs
Streams run through grass meadows
Her eyes turned towards the skies
But has she gone ahead yet?
Can you feel your tongue?
She twists and ties her words
The sway in her hip fills up my lungs
The open sunlight calls my name
Her foot prints in my mind
All we feel is pin ******
Two hearts as one you’ll find
John Taylor Dec 2016
Todays one of those days
Had coffee spilled on my face
But i’m lucky cause it was cold just like my feet
They wouldn’t move out of place
She told me she might get an apartment
A few states away
She could tell by the tone of my voice
I was keeping my emotions at bay
So many sentences so little sense so I decided to say
“I don’t really care anymore, don’t we all just do what we want anyway?”


She said hey
It's not about here or there
It’s not about you or me
It’s about what makes us happy
And i'm not happy


I watched clocks turn into calendars
And her smile make a U turn
Eventually leaving town
Now i’m sitting at home hoping to hear the doorbell
Or a knocking sound
But it’s quiet and i’ve got this ringing in my ears
And it sounds a bit like all my worst fears
And despite my best efforts it won’t disappear
Just like the feeling from when you were here


She called and said hey
It’s not about here or there
It’s not about you or me
It’s about what makes us happy
And I think i’m happy
I wish you were happy


But honey where’s your sweetness gone?
I’ve got a bitter taste left on my tongue
But honey where’s your sweetness gone?
Why did it have to leave while we were young
John Taylor Dec 2016
Shifting eyes, the last bird flies
When she tip toes out the door
To a world she knows holds so much more
Then a night that ends on the floor
But she's up to her skirt in gin and juice
And her lung's are calling for a truce
Cause you can only get so far with cheap cigars and perfume
A witch can only get so far without her broom
She's been rifling through her purse
Digging for something to make her cauldron bubble and burst
She used jump and jive to put me under a curse
Looks like i'm leaving in the back of her hearse
And now we're both playing dead
Pretending to be asleep in her bed
So I gently kissed her on the top of her head
Watching her sleeping cheeks blush red
With my shifting eyes, the last bird flies
When I tip toed out the door
To a world I know holds so much more
Than a night that ends on the floor

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