binge watched all twenty one seasons
still rewatch for easter eggs
details i might have missed
annotated like a story,
a story that grows with time
Tag: Hero
205 bones
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable
a town for two;
pity you didn’t run
pretty little penny
city that i without fear claim
don’t call me honey
i’ll take this money
fun and games this wasn’t funny
& i’ll take this money,
mirror’s truth
they said you lied
and i believed it
passing athena on the 57 north
one day;
i’ll wake up in a cloud of your perfume
and never come back
winnie; mad man
you taste like honey
in my memories you taste like honey
honey trust me i’ll be your pot
keep you safe
in all of our haste
everything we have faced
never stopped to put them in their place
it was all not a waste
attached at the waist
at your side i could never be erased
tell them all that i am that man
a lover a single dedicated brand
crowd pleaser one you always have to stan
i’ve been that man
this is the ground plan
i gave up being that madman
in house terror
the fear is just another reason
to smile a little bigger
dream a little higher
and do something worthwhile;
make a memory
to ward off the fear
even for a second
to make this home
a little less
scary
if you ask me, i’m ready
for the one in the back
that never got their chance;
keep fighting,
the front is a mosh pit;
dirty, violent and savagery
your kind heart wasn’t meant for this world
waiting for your wings to grow
an angel watching us from above
hidden quiz; makeup. on.
sometimes, this is difficult
to beg for answers
everthing is truly a test
but this should have been open book
games being played
answers written on your hand
and i can’t even see the scantron;
laid it down
you, the one in the gown
pride of the hometown
strutting, wearin’ that crown
not ready for that showdown
but this is that countdown
wear it on my chest, i’m that proper noun
but i’m the one that looks like a fucking clown.
success magazine; mothra
i collect memories
store ’em in a binder
under my bed
deep under past the monster
blow the dust away
they start early
half eaten by moths or accidents
birthdays and birthdays
a success photo shoot
that fucking kid billy that i hated
(take that one out real quick)
flip to the back to these empty pages
no dust no moths no sad endings- yet
a place i come often
a sweet reminder that the previous pages
don’t tell the end
moths will get to them just like the beginning
will put it back, with out guardian monster
take our books, pens and camera to the park
and look for butterflies
Saint's Muse 