everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
Tag: Future
gingerbread house;
is that even poetry
just a quote to me
using my art for clickbait
my art
when did i become king of this shit
this little piece is for me
changin’ this title just for me
for you, this is a plead
challenge don’t please
leave a trail to follow
not a map,
be okay
it’s far away
maybe tomorrow
years from now
just know it’ll be okay
little red dream
she wishes from a washed brick balcony
stars too far to hear her
but her song still travels
paved with a milky trail of clouds
it might be all that’s left
she’ll never cease her song
until the day the stars reach their subtle ears
closer to her wolf proof balcony
she’ll be back the morrow
an the next
until the stars
are in her palms
paramedic
i am just a believer
boy you are such a dreamer
get your head out the cloud
before you get a fever
too late
emergency room floatin’
the juice was flowin’
made a monsta’ out of crayons
face covered with spray ons
never mowed my own lawn
fuck this hospital
never one
to ask for help
rather bleed on the sidewalk
then ask for aid
at the tip of the blade
they prayed
then betrayed
all digging a grave with a heavy spade
no tombstones no markings
prepared for that future;
seems further by the day
riley
it has been awhile
but i’m here
bleeding from my wrist
but i’m here
this wasn’t always the truth
absant more times then present
just so i could give something on christmas
i know they judge me
can see it in the corner of their eyes
never blinked twice
took their eye off me
i move past ’em
never stood still long enough
to tell ’em i missed ’em
i regret that
i know they judge me
i’m sorry pops
tattoos below my elbows,
i want them to judge me
runaway train
we walked away
again again & again
we find the same place
on time or another
we slow the train to jump off
only to chase it back down
i wonder
what we missed
while running on the outside
monkey king; all blue
i want the whole world-
you can’t have it
you’re over reachin’
don’t bother tryin’-
i want it all-
stop sleepin’
always dreamin’
this life isn’t for you boy
give up dreamin’-
this world is mine,
all mine-
in for a bruisin’
crusin’ on empty streets boy just lose it
the streets are callin’
come back just lose it-
maybe their right;
but maybe
maybe not
forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss
i’ve seen this film before
the title is new
the cast is slightly tweaked
brought in a new female lead
comedy relief rotates out
setting vibrant and quiet
never a sequel,
waits for the paycheck and hits the road
just the same genre
same ending
Saint's Muse 