you said
you said you see yourself in me
no baby no
you’re better
you’re you
Category: Poetry
first & last shot in the chamber
no games
just tell me you’re ready;
i think this was the plan
since we met
but we didn’t listen-
so after you see this;
know my mind has been stuck
my soul wanders a string
of second & third hands
waiting for yours;
no games
just tell me
mirror
she said when you look deep
she sees nothing
“beware the mirror”
it’s just the beginning
to busy fittin’
in- an missin’
what was really meant for you
spinnin’ in a stew
of yesterday.
look into the mirror
you’re biggest admirer
high noon
i choose not to shoot-
to wait;
but everything
everything
is telling me
to let rounds fly;
air sign energy
it was a
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spacial
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experience
hanged man
it’s time to recover
you can remain pressed
that never pressed me
they all see you runnin’
like time is runnin’ low
time for some class
bell rang, late for class-
it’s over.
yorknew
her eyes
they screamed
violence
violet in the sun
red in the new moon
this is our requiem;
tie me down
i knew it
the moment i saw you
i couldn’t look away
scornful eyes peered down
i didn’t care.
the way you bounced
in the summer night
i caved in your eyes
i’m glad they never returned
i wouldn’t have let you go
nonsense nonfiction
i chose to take my time
to fill the holes
left by fiction
trauma stop
she was a needle beetle
crawling on all fours
ice in her veins
of what remains.
red puff explodes from her eyes
circled her like a vulture
claim to be of culture
nothing but guilty spies.
Saint's Muse 