Category: SUNDAY NIGHTS

You, On

On By jareddiehl88In California, DAILY LIFE, Discussions, Hunger and thirst, Series Poetry, SUNDAY NIGHTSLeave a comment
Key west with me,
Ride that scooter with me,
That was never for free.
That girl had it coming.
One more reason to leave,
Was a million more to stay.
Saturday is without you
And that’s the way it should be.
Lost my way thinking of that
Burning day,
Wanted you around,
Wanted you to stay.
Now your lost in this Ocean
Of wondering.
Got me on the street
Searching and pandering.
I never knew the list of reasons
and to do’s,
Just knew it was always about you.
Shining bright,
And keeping me up at night.
Needed you in this head,
Wanted you in this bed.
Needed someone to wake
Up next to,
Needed to move on,
And stop the thoughts about
You.
Key west with me,
Travel that world with me.
Watch the disaster fall around
Us, move on with that past thing
You called a sure thing.
I got plenty of time
To call you mine.

The TV on

On By jareddiehl88In 60 Days of Poetry, ADDICTION, California, CHRSTIAN LIVING, Community, DAILY LIFE, MIND AND BRAIN, Series Poetry, Sexuality, SUMMER FILMS, SUNDAY NIGHTS, TODAY, travels, WISE MAN ONCE SAID, Work3 Comments
Day like now,
Wish I was stronger
TV growing stranger.
Lasting for the longer,
This show has its strangest
Of things,
But you were still the last of
The rest to come.
Wish you had more to give,
Wish you had less to throw away
Cause that’s all gotten in the way.
Wish you called a little more
Or am I the one saying sorry to
Much.
I know you assumed I had the zoom in on
Ya,
I had this camera set to do whatever it takes
To get that shot,
That center fold picture of Ya.
I know it seems like your body is
All that matters,
Cause it is.
It is the drawing on the table,
And the lack of my stable that
Got you to go and get new on us.
I know you aren’t stronger
Than anyone else,
Just weaker than you want
To be.
TV still the strangest of
Things,
And you’re still the rearrange
In this relationship thing.
TV still on,
Cause that’s all that matters.

The Hold On

On By jareddiehl88In 60 Days of Poetry, California, CHRSTIAN LIVING, DAILY LIFE, DEPRESSION, MIND AND BRAIN, Ruckus, Series Poetry, Sexuality, SUNDAY NIGHTSLeave a comment

You had the hold on,

The hold on me,

The hold on you.

Why are you named the way you

Are?

Perfect in imperfections.

But holding onto the

Traditions.

Faithful in the outcomes

But You made them anyway?

I was looking for a better reason

To balance this out.

To follow you on the porch lit

Scenery.

To hallow you in the

Misery, cause isn’t that a Holy

Place too?

I was always in the always,

Moving on and moving with the

Eschaton.

Isn’t it missed? Isn’t it a little

Dismissed?

I had some ages to live for,

But is this the one that I am

Here for?

I am closer now to the hold.

Waiting for the pickup,

For the Christmas wrap up.

For the biggest gift is unseen.

Is unclear in the here.

Is sure in the hear.

I am missing it.

Missing you in it.

Missing the parts that

Won’t be ages ago, or

Ages to come.

I need ya now.

I need the hold on.