Writing, Ideas, & Stories
a palace in comparison;
in comparison to the dump
where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace
a necklace to present you:
i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem
the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer
and i want to put it around your neck,
a present for a princess living in her palace
anyway to distract the fact that i live in the dump
and i want your parents to like me
and i want to be invited back
but i only have the one necklace
ring in the bell;
it is a new year, at least by our estimation
lets face it the only dates we know are the ones sold to us
it is a new year, new year new me
but will go to the same places
eat the same food but work out for a month
new me
ring in the bell;
it’s dinner time
let the feast begin
eat like the food stopped coming
eat like everything before this was just appetizers
eat like it’s thanksgiving and we’re celebrating the gratitude of a race
before we would betray everything they stand for
eat like the food is fucking delicious
and don’t forget to thank the cook
ring the bell;
it’s the ninth round and you know you’ve lost the last seven
at least
only way to win is to put that other guy on his fucking ass
bite down and go forward
it doesn’t matter if you go down, what’s the difference
bite down and go forward
at least you go down on your own terms or you win
bite down and go forward
click those gloves together and show the results of all your hard work
the masterpiece hanging on the basement wall- give it some sunlight
the weight you’ve lost, it’s not much but it really is though
bite down and go forward
and hang that belt over that stuffed dear your great-grandfather left for you
ring the bell;
can’t finish first every time
you’ll finish short
and watch someone else cross your finish line-
i know
i know you can’t win them all but you were the one
so this one hits harder
everything feels so much farther
just watch the podium
this one wasn’t yours
they’ll talk about it for a week
and you’ll be gone
but be back
it was just one race
have it playin’ every day repeat
livin’ on my mind can’t delete
here for the front door not the back street
all these feeling i got are real not abstract baby concrete
soft sheets rip up the receipt feeling on my heartbeat
have it playin’ every day repeat
hold the key give a down beat
this view is amazing , gave me the window seat
down and out never admit defeat
holding down the fort never scream retreat
have it playin’ every day repeat
i never ran away with doubt
danced with greed
or slept with fear,
it was always clear vision-
no second thoughts of where i needed to be
who i needed to be
i have seen them laying and waiting
for me to slip up;
but i have left them behind
feet no longer on the ground
cut a whole in the boat they’ve all drowned
snuck out at night never made a sound
and they won’t see my number again on that answering machine
they’ll see me from a distance with you
jealous talking shit, but i’ll never split
i fear the truth
and the power it holds;
so i cushion it with lies
fill fear with content like a stuffed bear
that bear is with me every night
never unkind or withering away
a shield against-
but i feel it moving
inside the bears belly slithering
like a snake- poising slowly
the bear can’t hold on
only on the cold nights but the others
when the bear isn’t enough
the snake runs wild and strangles
as i sleep –
as i sleep
talked more and walked less
came around and threw fits
never one for balance
and you haven’t stopped falling
no pausing no more stalling
lets talk a lot less and leave the comfort of the walls of our mind
venture out into the world- you’ll never know what you will find;
it’ll be scary i promise
the world is rude and unforgiving
but the same world is kind and loving
two timer, always a coat under, fine primer
the comfort of the walls have you on speed dial
you’ll answer and run-
but when you jingle the knob
and you feel all the pain in your heart throb
know i am proud of you- we all are,
insults are like rain
the day couldn’t get any worse
the sun will never rise again
but
it washes away the next day
you scare me
like a monster under the bed
i check before i go to bed
hide under the cover
toes tucked so deep it will take a shovel to save
just be brave
i have read it before
heard it before
just turn your brain off
left the key in the ignition
driving all night
it is easier to say you are a ghost
then to say you touched me
Saint's Muse 