Writing, Ideas, & Stories
last year
a shakey handoff
(at best)
constantly choosing between
life and sleep
haven’t slept in years
when i do;
my dreams were a gothic spinoff
love interest played by wednesday.
black and white lens
for thee ending send-off
all black molotov
(for those who couldn’t be here)
with fireworks
and a rip off.
am i
a real person
hard to tell
non from fiction;
empty beach
growing waves crashed against lost sand;
is this a metaphor?
am i the wave? the sand?
more like the beach,
as a fly on the wall
watching the waves
watching the sand
waiting for something different
but i remember;
the first night
i stayed up hours after
playing it back in my head
on a projector
& my eyes the bulbs
every second
didnt want to forget
the smallest detail
today
you walked with a goddess.
did you tell her,
tell her, tell him
tell them.
born a sun
and we an idol worshipper-
tell em,
they can’t see themselves
the way we do.
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my throat
like a choker-
side to side
fingers grinding under my earlobe
“do you wanna get out of here”
i dont remember
where here was
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my coat
miles ahead
side to sife
fingers in my hair
“lets get a slice of pizza”
that
is a great idea
i wonder;
three hundred
thoughts plundered
& wondered;
one too many laps
a two time relapse
one of your wonder
-ful traps.
i remember
very little;
i loved the way
you carried my memories –
but after a while
i guess
you got tired.
trigger warning;
i remember the burning-
the smell of blood
keeps my stomach turning
nightmares swarming,
only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.
it’s the care in your eyes;
behind the mystery
behind the walls
behind what you want everyone to see-
to see dark,
there is a song-
you sing with your eyes
a song of sorrow and loss
heavenly voice
painting a hellish picture
molly,
we’ve met before;
i know you don’t remember
it was a wild night-
but i think about you
the gated fence
the old school diner
& the watching naruto until midnight.
molly,
i’d like to visit again,
maybe on a weekend i have off
or at the next festival
just for a few hours
Saint's Muse 