#sprang
Sprang out of bed
the mess in my head
there's a drumline
in my chest
I'm the one late
for the runway
there's a plane on it
with my name on it
I had everything
planned so perfectly
Who would have thought
I'd find a knot
in this coordinated plot
it feels like a failed shot
I get there in time i thank the airline
find my seat A29
I'm in the air now
unaware how
my worst nightmare
i'm in the wrong flight here
I had everything
planned so perfectly
Who would have thought
I'd find a knot
in this coordinated plot
it feels like a failed shot flight here
Welcome to NYC
this is not italy
colosseum and museums
will stay there in my dreams
Is all this pain my price
for not waking up in time
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
the bleak reality of life
is giving spark to a dream
and one day waking up
inside a coffeeshop
in the city you love
but have begun to question
(once the doubt sets in, it aches small and grows and grows)
the magical backdrop,
the music and hipsters,
bikelanes and teetering mountaintops
you can barely grasp the
feeling you once knew so well
breathless expectancy
towering opportunity
a fire in your chest
what was safe was safe in the
unknown and the opportunity
two pennies and a peach soda
coffeeshop dreams and tattoo guns
brokenhearted like a nagging hangnail
the best feeling in the world is
being recognized in a crowd and
pulled into familiar arms
and drunken monologues,
nihilism and Nietzsche
fridge beer - it's in the fridge
***** looks from passerby
purple sunglasses and
a sleeve of mountaintops
mid-afternoon rush and strange men
wearing sports shoes
empty words and another good
day
there's never enough time to write as life is happening
these are just words and words,
for writing's sake
he told me to write about it
but maybe I can't.
I tried to jump past it -
the messy dreams and the
stark emotion each morning
(I hate waking up to my emotions, spending most of the morning putting them back where they belong...)
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC