focused minds

HI I'm Casey. I write this stuff cause I suck at talking

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Haymaker to the rib cage

Inhale

Exhale

Take a swig

Chase it down

Repetition repetition

And now I’ve got a cough that hovers

And a hand that shakes when a bottle isn’t around

I used to blame you

My mom

My friends

Took some growing up

Before realizing

I drown in self absorption

And self pity

[the-deadbeat-poet]

I put off coming back to my house

As much as possible

And there’s two main reasons

One,

It’s a house not a home

My home is somewhere else,

Wherever she is

And two

It’s cold

So very very cold

It seeps into my bones

It can be a balmy day

And yet all that’s here is the cold

And emptiness of what was

And what

Could

Have

Been

[the-deadbeat-poet]

She pushed my “oh fuck” button

With only a smile

What is the “oh fuck” button

It’s that single moment

When your brain goes

“Oh fuck I’m in love”

And once it’s pushed

You can’t unpush it

[the-deadbeat-poet]

A dear friend asked

What is it that I love most about

You

And it was harder than an SAT

Because

The thing that

I love most about you

is

That there isn’t just one thing

And when I try and list them

I sound like a little kid

Counting

To

A hundred

[the-deadbeat-poet]

I don’t

Remember what we talked about

On our first date

And the only thing I remember

From our first kiss

Was the taste of gingerbread

However

I can describe in perfect detail

The first time I saw you

And oh my

Was it breathtaking

From your one askew strand of hair

To the color of your top(maroon)

I even remember the color of your nails(burgundy, with silver flecks)

I can tell you every detail from

Those first few minutes

But

It doesn’t matter anymore

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Let’s sit here a minute

I don’t want another

What if

I don’t want anymore

What could have been

My heart can’t take anymore of the

Coming

And

Going

So please

If you come in

Close the door

Kick off your shoes

And stay with me

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Let’s sit here a minute

I don’t want another

What if

I don’t want anymore

What could have been

My heart can’t take anymore of the

Coming

And

Going

So please

If you come in

Close the door

Kick off your shoes

And stay with me

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Someone shoot me something to write about

[the-deadbeat-poet]

A heart at rest

Beats about 60-100 times a minute

And somehow

You raise mine to dangerous levels

With nothing more

Than

A coy glance

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Can you stay out of my dreams?

Ever since I was a little kid

I have had this strange dream

Very

Very

Frequently

It’s an open field

Clear blue sky

Clearer and more blue than

Anything I’ve ever seen

And I’m walking hand in hand

I never saw their face

Until

Last night

And I swear

She was the most beautiful thing

I’ve ever seen

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Is it childish of me

To be in

Love with you

After a single conversation

And if it is

Then so be it

Cause I’m pretty sure I am

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Loneliness to me

Isn’t so much of a

Feeling of

Being alone

More of missing someone

That you don’t even have

It’s longing to

Be with them

When you might have never

Held them

Gotten to tell them all your fears

Or woken up to their hair in

Your face

Loneliness is less of

Being alone

And more of

Never being together

[the-deadbeat-poet]

The idea of soulmates

Now that’s a funky idea

That I’m a huge fan of

I love seeing others

With the one that their soul

Has decided is the one

For them

And it makes me wonder

When mine will come

Have I met them already?

Will I meet them in five minutes?

Five days?

Five months?

Five years?

I have no clue

And that’s both fun

And frustrating

[the-deadbeat-poet]

Shoot me a writing prompt cause I have nothing to write about

[the-deadbeat-poet]

I’ll take you on the rocks

I don’t drink anymore

But you make me

Feel

Like I’m constantly drunk

My head spins

I laugh at every little

Thing you do

I wanna tell you

Every thought that crosses my mind

You are

Substantially stronger that

Any gin and tonic

Every martini

And all the shots

I’ve ever done

My love

I am an addict

And you are my chosen poison

[the-deadbeat-poet]

I have bad writers block someone give me something to write about

[the-deadbeat-poet]

A poem to my future wife

You cross my mind

All throughout the day

Even though I don’t

Think we’ve met quite yet

I paint a picture of you

In my imagination

But much like life itself

The colors I paint you in

Swirl and change

All

The

Time

Trivial things

Like

What color are your eyes

What’s your favorite drink

Are you tall and willowy

Will you like my music

But I also think about the

Not so trivial things

Are you hurt

Do you like children

Can you accept me for my problems

Will you love me

When my hair is white

You cross my mind a lot

And the portrait I’ve

Painted of you

Will be

Nothing compared

To the

Real you