#writing #poem
Tag: God
last day off
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.
for twelve
just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
myth
pray for me they keep talkin’ on me keep that mouth away from me. just a worldy wonder a monolith you leavin’ with filth leavin’ here real high, a -
vacant
they keep coming; to room 306- they checked in, locked the door, and dissapeared- they order room service, but no one is their to pick it up they call it ghost hunters come with their cameras leave ith empty pockets all to see room 306. i've seen him, not a they, a he he comes… Continue reading vacant
light kombat
she asked if i was blinded by the lights; two k set up in a alley behind a Wendy are they, too bright' when the scripture hit the pen humanity paused- those lights those lights filled a stadium three times the earth a field for gods to play finger football & were too puny to… Continue reading light kombat
tulip farm
i don't believe like i used to; if you can strike down the gardeners who will tend to the garden when the sun beats down when crawlers feast on roots; when you strike down the gardeners who will watch over your tulip field
fading
loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen
shopping demons
she said there was no heaven i asked her what she would go after she said to the mall
suneater
they say he reached out and grabbed it took a bite and put it back
Saint's Muse 