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.
i paid
to be accepted
only to be denied
fair treatment.
singing among the treetops
cursed to walk the ground
your song only calls
the hell hounds.
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 late and leaves early
he orders food just before he arrives
he doesn’t communicate anymore
just a being
exisiting in a shell
the hunters were so close
to catching a real ghost
drawing blood to test
if this dimension
is habitable,
when did this glass
become so
life like.
now it is just right
the walls caved in
glass shot
a tunnel of hiss
flying box
house of balloons
your sweet song
beckons me closer;
listen to me,
don’t waste a hand on that clock
put your hands up
than down like a prayer
and rip the skin off my flesh,
carve me like the thirty first
dress me up as your favorite dream
sing that song that keeps my ears star born,
don’t stop
call my name
lay on your creation
a crewmate on our last days – “be
less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,
our lives on Leon; this boat will change you
so you can survie, we live on our captains words:
where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!
we sailed on Leon for days without rest
collecting fools gold for our nest,
until the sea gave out
reclaimed Leon
like a mother and child
the vault, is empty
picked clean like the slowest in the pack,
treasure fallen to the bottom
the bottom of the ocean,
popping little ben’s eyes
green eyes
drowning in the black
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
i don’t want to forget
anything-
this year has been a simulation
to test
everything;
to evaluate what it means
to live
that’s why you can’t see the scars
they aren’t real.
you want to believe it was
just to feel the fire of life
today beat the shit out of me
same time tomorrow
same time tomorrow,
battered bones
mixed into shit pie
served all week
Saint's Muse 