Tell Me a Story

I’ll keep writing my story

until my pen bleeds all of these words

etched in a crevice of my quiet thoughts

inundated between black blue lined paper with red ink and tear stains both happy and not

Words that will laugh and cry

make love in an apple orchard, under a peach sky

mourn lovers lost, be pissed the hell off about a lover’s lies

Words that will scream *** you’s and remain passive aggressively shy

or silent when I’m dead wrong and too proud to apologize

Words that dream and reach for dreams that are seemingly out of reach

Lessons learned, hard head makes a soft ass, Lessons that teach

I’ll write my story to the rhythm of my breaths

even and calm on Sunday’s like an infants sleep

or to the acceleration of my pulse and heartbeat

like a master drummer beating his passions to the spirits on his worn jimbay

And when the words are absent and the red pens are drained

I’ll search for new worlds and new pens and new quiet spaces in my thoughts

Cause this is a story that never ends

It never ends with life and love and beauty, first kisses and last dances, brown eyes you can’t look beyond, thick lips that serve as a muse when the days feel nasty, laughter and tears, sometime simultaneous, smiles and screams, obscenities and and bitter silence

with infinite paper with infinite pens, infinite words in the chaos of my quiet thoughts

an infinite me, stretched and reborn

with infinite words and an infinite story that needs to be told....

#TruthSpeaks 2016