A Story


Tell me a story
so I can let you live
Live with the memories
of everything we did together
and the benefits of being apart
Tell me a story
because I seem to do all the talking
all the doing
all the coaching and prepping
for you to tell me
something
What if, You were wrong
in the way you thought
I was alive?
Burnt out, spent
Still, I did more to remember you
more
Still is how I felt after
realizing you could have actually
been there
If you are speaking,
push the others aside
so I can follow
There is a light somewhere
but I can only see it
when I close my eyes
Please, tell me a story

The Flower Pimp


The Flower Pimp

 

I created something

That was already there

It just needed me for cultivation

In all honesty, I feel pimped out

For being able to

 keep something alive

I didn’t know

The more it grew,

The more I grew

But it all started

Because I created something

That was already there

I made this thing my life

And it made me

I didn’t know

How green the world really is

Until it picked me from the litter

To take a stand

Still, I feel pimped out

But not exhausted

I like it

I didn’t know

Just how good it would be

Once you stood at full attention

I didn’t know

I would know