Creative Writing

Nikes

Familiar waves,

Bounce off the beach and into the stars-

Sometimes sharp enough to wince

I would ride those waves,

Take a risk-

Rise higher-

They tower, strokes of red, pink, and blue

Stack up, up, and further above.

Yet as they tower,

Concentration goes far more distant.

Memories of the present and thoughts of the past-

Not thinking about how to get down.

How can anyone survive these moments?

With a will?

Profound discussions?

Until we all prophesize,

That discussion holds true

But can’t we see more clearly now?-

Finished thoughts and Sandy beaches,

Tinted skies and further care

Not quite in love, yet

The future still comes first to those who see the waves crash

Can I mean something to yours?

Ivy

As the sun rises, discussions end

Blue fogs reveal a muted sky,

Conclusions made.

Bittersweet moments of past lives

Dreamt through the thought of you

Can I hate those thoughts?

Easels of white covering fakes of that other life

Forming ideas of better instances

Where I can see you

Where I can’t hate you

The start of nothing

The start of nothing

Can I see you coming?

Can we ever be as we were?

Never those kids,

Never dreaming,

Time to kill-

Memories of moments once present.

Feel better by the weekend.

“It’s quite alright to hate me now”, I say-

Lets lay down to make everything good

We lean to the right,

Tip to the left-

Then return to the start-

The start of nothing-

Dreaming of another life.

*Crashes*

Pink + White

Muted skies turn pink

Shades of gold shining to a higher power

You’ve showed me love,

Glory,

The same way you showed me

Can we live higher?

Can I get closer to you?-

Just as you showed me?

Regard, my dear,

The uphill has just begun

Immortal lives wasted climbing-

Will we start?

Lets fall-

No control,

Lets fall.

Further south to warmer weather

Warmer feelings

Closer to Love

Just as you showed me

But as we slide,

Regard my dear,

It’s all downhill from here.

Be Yourself

Can you not be yourself?

• A burden

  • With stress

    • With feeling

• A feeling

Be yourself,

Be yourself,

For tomorrow comes-

You may be gone though,

Please don’t leave me

Solo

Against all odds-

I’m back and better

Formed from memories-

Previous nights

How could I be flying solo?

Suspended chords of glories peak-

Taint pinker skies more purple.

As heaven rounds, the days fall short

Actions behind a pane of glass

But the days we have remain the same,

Backwards days lead to bitter nights-

Darkness turns light's greatest envy

Why would I be flying solo?

Unless he calls,

Can we still drive?

Further downhill?

Can we finally crash?

A fender, a headlight,

For us both to pick up-

We're both alive

Are you surprised?

Skyline To

Can we laugh about it?

Lighten up our mood-

The roadside awaits

But as we walk there, wait on this park bench-

As cold as it may be

It’ll get warmer,

It’ll get warmer,

Just wait for summer’s joy

But as summer’s warmth tempts your soul,

And disperses-

Before you get warm,

Use me as your summer-

Use me as your joy-

Then will this park bench stay cold?

Or will we stop and stand up?

For our roadside awaits,

As we look to the skies-

The stars shining down,

He still hasn’t called to grab you

But will we stop and stand up?

Our roadside awaits,

Or will the bus come to pick us

In comes the morning,

Keep climbing-

In comes the morning,

Alive.

Self Control

Bus rides home-

Sat side by side,

Dreams of pools with life

Warmth from a heater leads me astray,

For will you reciprocate the feelings I gave you?

With your words,

With your actions,

Please, form in a line that envelops me

As the time passes, however,

No line forms-

No hand to hold to,

I get nervous in these familiar surroundings.

Reciting thoughts that haunt my head,

Watching eyes caving in-

Please hold my hand,

And-

Take down some summertime.

Curtains close-

Winter calls,

The sharp feeling of the air as we walk off the bus,

They dropped us off lower then where we were.

Take me for what I am,

Take me for my troubles,

For my climb.

I know you’ve got someone,

Someone who’s better engaged

Good Guy

Empty mountains-

Leads to farther descent

Here’s to the ones that have fallen-

Fallen on their faces

More than band-aids can fix,

Deeper gouges that tingle with hope

As we stand-

As we heal,

Can we aim to hope for the ground floor?

Together?

They told me-

You don’t need me right now.

Nights

Every night flips every day over

Every day patches the night

On god, you should match if I go K.O.

Taking more ‘til I hit my 17th though.

The deeper we are-

The deeper we’ve fallen,

Deep into this mountainside lake,

Distracted from a crash with a high

Can we see the surface-

Or the ground?

Let’s swim,

Until we-

Crash.

Let the sky turn mauve in morning light,

Melodies of the crash ring-

Only to form memories for the future.

Why must we ring with the sky's color?

What does he have to do with us?

If he hasn't talked to us,

Why are we trying to get closer to him?

Since we've fallen, out of water, crashed down our hillside,

Let's be proud we can be alive,

Proud we can see each other again.

The lakes deeper than we thought, right?

The greenish water is thicker than we thought, too.

Solo (Reprise)

After crashes,

We wait patiently for another day,

Swimming out of water,

Throwing ourselves onto the land.

So low that we can’t think of our hill,

Hint at the fact that more waits to climb,

Ants crawl down.

So low,

Our messages muddled in the dirty water,

Talking to each other until we sense interference,

Can you hear me?-

Can you hear me?

I-

Ants crawl up.

Pretty sweet

Strong winds clog ears-

Dances in an evening breeze,

Too cool for shorts,

Yet,

Hot enough for the sun

To the edge we'll race,

Close enough to fall-

Feel the blood,

the body of life right now

May we send a letter-

To the mothers-

And the fathers-

For whom we rely,

May they bring us back up to the top of this hill,

As we are,

On this side,

Stuck at the bottom, where the lake had washed our souls.

As we call on him, the air gets sweeter,

Pretty sweet, when you're around me-

I know you've gotta leave-

Take down some summertime.

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Maybe we’ll catch up on facebook sometime

Blue lights comfort me-

That’s what I'm scared of

Faint buzzing of a volvo rolls to your feet,

Smells of better days and brighter skies

He’s arrived,

But I'm still scared-

What if he doesn't smell like me?

Doors close,

I reach into my pocket-

Blue lights comfort me,

Back to the roadside to see you drive off.

Close to you

I’ll be honest, I was devastated,

But why am I preaching?-

Alongside this roadside choir,

He kept the better days,

The brighter skies,

Took you for the ride,

While you stared out the back window.

Yet here I sing,

“Just like me, they long to be

Close to you”

White Ferrari

Bad luck to talk-

While he drives.

Mind on our path,

Stick by me,

Stay by me.

Alone together,

You’re tired of moving,

And I’m tired of moving on.

But clearly, this isn’t

the end, or all there is to give

By the lake,

I didn’t care to state the plain.

Water filled my ears-

Left me deaf and yearning,

Mouth closed,

i’m so sorry

i’m not ok here-

Hope you're doing fine,

Watching clouds float by,

Shaped of memories together

As he takes you to philly,

Remember my face,

Hope he runs out of gas-

Stops back for me,

For you.

On these rides, on these rides-

Roadside waiting.

Seigfried

I’d rather live outside

This roadside hell while you’re away

Wears me down, telling me to move.

Can’t I settle with you?

Maybe I should settle elsewhere,

Waiting for another ride,

The ride where he takes me to the other side of the state

Settle-

Wait for another passenger to look out the windows with.

But why must I settle for them?

They don’t smell like you.

They don't act like you

I’m scared, what if he doesn't take you back to me

Back to where i'm from, even if thats a different place.

I’d rather live outside-

In the dark.

Why is this now my life,

Waiting for just a fond farewell to a friend.

I’m not brave.

I’m not brave.

Why is this now my life,

This is not what I’m like,

Roadside, waiting for a friend.

Godspeed

The choir's stopped and now the preacher speaks of death.

He's wishing you godspeed,

and glory,

Blind to my calls from earth's ends

Distant from you, the organ plays silent chords of protest,

A sole soprano sings alone,

Only for your amazing grace.

Oh, I will always love you-

Until the time we die.

The table is prepared for another guest,

Another congression,

And another mass.

You've said I'm home,

Home in a free world.

But will the organ sing to me today?

For the singing in my heads stopped,

And my bedside piano chirps.

Oh, I will always love you

Future Free

Its a face to face,

I know you love to talk,

Why must this preacher speak of our life together?

My roadside mass, shining on a sunday evening,

Disappears, the higher they sing, the warmer the breeze

I can only see yellow by about now,

Maybe some purple, and a little bit of your pink-

Rosy cheeks, stain my memories a vivid neon.

My sentences get longer without you, the thoughts, more clear,

More-

Level headed.

As I wander, as I roam, my thoughts dissipate, going rapidly.

The characters running along side of me becoming transparent in the night sky.

They point to him-

They refer me back to him,

What hes taken from me, and where he chooses to take me further.

Its so quiet.

Why can’t they start singing again?

Telling me where to go?

Where he’ll take me?

Why is air getting thicker?

A faint buzz crescendos to fill the air.

Closer,

And closer

A door opens.

I can’t decide where he takes me,

Yet, I pray its around you.

The glass door they can’t fully see through

Is there a higher calling behind it?

If that door,

Opens wide,

Opens wide for all to hear,

Is there a higher calling to be heard?

Yet he stands, behind the glass

Medicate or meditate

Waiting for the eventual crack

Only to be seen through the belief of its existence,

A crack so small

A crack too small.

Through that crack what can he feel?

Can he feel subtle bubbles?

Tingles and tenses of the forearm-

“Oh I’m coming home”

Let the crack shine her light

The higher calling behind

Say a prayer, shine a light

-Somewhere in America-

Part I.

She pulls on the rope, I pull back

She lets go

She stands back up

The tug away continues

Back and forth

Forth and back

Braided with steel, the rope holds strong
Only to be undone in a storm.

What if that storm comes?

Part II.

The game continues.

Blind to the start of nothingness

Back and forth

Forth and back

My sweat loosens my grip

Her tears degrade the rope

Creaks and breaks dust the room.

How could the storm have come this early?

Part III.

We try our best,

Grabbing past the degraded section;

Just to hold onto the game

Tightening with all the strength I have;

Just to keep ahold of the struggle

Connections deep, the rope carries strength-

Bonding past ideals once held.

Why do we both want to struggle?

Part IV.

She lets go

The grass grows green on the tethered hill-

With the brown hut perched on top.

The morning air colors the daylight blue

The hurried wind blows dark

While the brown hut blows from forth to back

The tether groans content

While all awhile

The little man

Sits down as his evening went

He shakes!

He sways!

He shakes some more!

While the hill flows with the breeze

But this is yet but the start of the night

For the real wind he must appease

What a life!

The little man!

The brown hut!

The green grass!

All to the whims of the wind-

As this little hill floats back and forth,

Tether from end to end

The man makes sure, from day to day,

That his hill will not fly far

He checks each strand,

By strand

By strand

For tears and knots or scars

But by the end, hes wearied out

On the last of the tethered rope

He lays once more on his tethered bed

In the brown hut

On the green tethered hill

On a tethered hope

After a full day, a little boy comes rushing in to greet the village elders.

Look!

You hear?

You hear?

The little boy cried;

“An eagle! In the sky!”

Yes,

We hear,

We hear,

The elders replied;

“You must be mistaken,

For that’s the cry of a mocking bird.”

No!

I saw!

I saw!

I saw!

The boy cried again;

“Just past south of the village!”

No,

The elders replied again,

“Nothing but vultures are south of the village,

You must be mistaken.”

But really!

I saw!

I saw!

Its white head!

Its brown body!

I saw!

The boy protested;

“It flew with grace!,

It flew with presence!”

The elders replied;

“The bird blended in with today’s sky;

You must be mistaken.”

But believe me!

I saw!

I heard!

You heard!

The village heard!

The boy pleaded with the elders;

“Its silky feathers and stoic presence!

I must’ve saw!”

The elders replied once again;

“You must be mistaken.”

Why not believe me?

I saw!

In the air!

With my own eyes!

I heard!

It filled the air!

With my own ears!

Please!

The boy cried and pleaded with the elders;

“I am not mistaken!;

He flew! He flew! He flew!;

He must have flown!”

“You are mistaken.”