#westsidestory
A west side story in my eyes,
A four lined play is all aligned.
The bedside window with your seal,
I laid my sheets with inks of green.
“Small talks” and “calls away” in cords,
Minutes to silence and I sway.
To my delusion minted in laughs,
We grew red tinted in a day.
Inklings that I cease to know,
I fight or fly and learn to forget.
Fall and stumped to see my brakes,
Where we collided like we met…
In echoed words at sea driven by car,
Beyond the time we wasted.
Seek to run away yet not far,
I knew our worlds shifted…
No poetry in letters without your words,
Where I had my arms in your initials.
The stars I knew lighted our worlds,
Could it be a memoir, like I knew before?
A west side story in vain,
Where you kept the call tabled in one word.
When you pictured the light in the rain,
I should've stepped one foot as if unheard…
A west side story, no coincidence,
The sun can't always shine in the screen,
Not like the movies in all sense,
You grace the warmth like it's ever been.
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
Gee officer Krupke
my memories hold nunya well
dug the early grave and stood above
my soul still holds tunes and counter melodies
and my heart bleeds
it bleeds ooblee-oo
ooblee-oo it bleeds
pools like knives
belts and rocks
still bleeds buenos
noches
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
I learned to listen
By playing your
Words
On repeat
By lapping the taste
That your anger
Morphs into when
Under a sheet
Tonight, tonight,
This rumble won't
Take place in
The street
Rocket in your pocket,
Shark boy, little Jet,
Do you feel pretty?
Or have I not relieved
You yet?
Now something's coming,
Checkmate, game and set,
But maybe you'll indulge me
With one last cigarette?
Boy, Boy,
Crazy with regret,
Let's sing a song to conjure
The evening that we met
How suddenly my name
Became a sweet refrain
That you could not
Forget
It's only you,
Everything I'll ever be,
Don't matter if you're tired,
Come refresh yourself in
Me
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
Because I could not tell for Annie,
it did kindly tell for me.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
How happy is the West Side Story, American Anita!
Anti Anita.
Does the anti Anita make you shiver?
does it?
How happy is the three fundamental truths Angie!
Does the Angie make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the brilliant Becky, I see a common O.W.L..
Whoo!
Why is it so fuzzy?
Like an a friend's friend, the Annie likes to tell.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC