Temples and The Sea

I am built on imagination

With clouds in my lungs,

 Stars under my nails

And a dead body of expectations

Yes,

I made some grave mistake that promised to swallow everything I knew.

Yes,

I was selfish (and goddamn me for it too)

Yes.

I drank.

Yes. 

I smoke.

Yes

I tried make a rhyme with toak 

yes i sinned and all of the fun stuff and yes i’m writing to remind myself i can. 

But if you forgive me, I’ll forgive you

and we’ll go home hold hands

There’s the price tag 

(One month of your life for the next deal-and the devil never did seem so sweet)

There’s the pin ups

(Sex, love and the only the right kind of rock and roll)

There’s the disconnect

(There’s 24 hours in a day, I want to promise you my heart, not my everything)

Society demands we love, and we love hard,

Desert winds sing my lullabies,

Don't touch my edges, or trust my sleep,

but hold me close, baby, hold me close.

My brothers are on the tips of history, don't think about them much,

And my sister is just a bug that waits in your house's corners

She got the family name, she got it all,

but I don't mind, 

cause I've got you

you'll remember me, you'll remember my touch.

My poisons are what burns your mind,

and the sun and moon can't lock me away,

love me, worship me,

Cause I won't let you forget,

Flowers are for lovers,

grass is for friends,

so while we scream we're going to burn down the old,

and sing about all the feelings we think we have,

let's pass lips between lips,

   My introduction into the plot

might make the movie,

but it will end the characters.

   I don't want letters home,

Written with hope and perfume,

We are comrades in arms,

mud, blood and mess on our cheeks and pages.

   Don't sing at my window,

Scream,

and shout every problems you can tell me

because we can use the guitar as a coaster for our beer,

will the typing in the background 

drowns out the pounding of your heart.

   There are better villains than the what if of our chapter,

so hit the backspace, bud,

there isn't a happy ending here,

I get very attached to the future,

To promise no one is making

To things that haven't happened,

Can't Happen

And won't.

Hip to hips, 

phantom fingertips,

Dreams are devious.

I want to feel the ache of you in my teeth,

but,

I can write about nothing

                       until Kingdom come

But sadly,

           that topic has already been done

By men and women more talented than

                                   I

(It's almost enough to let a girl make a bad rhyme and sigh)

But let out all the nothing

                         held up in your chest

That has been a placeholder

              for the rest.

All the ideas and thinkings that haven't come

          keep writing while we wait for some

Because just writing out nothing

while waiting for something

Maps are a nice thought,

and maybe,

one day

I'll write my way from me to you

But, sorry,

I disagree

                 with this philosophy.

Poetry doesn't lead the way through hands to head,

To show you a moment or the masterpiece at the end.

It's the bridge we all cross, from heart to heart,

To met in the middle

And connect

on the same idea