the world is burning
the world is burning
they still couldn’t snuff it the second time
or the fifth
they never learn
that we
want to walk the same street
as everyone else
Tag: Life
trey
two months ago
they threw us in cages
locked away the key
hidden under
under
nothing, floating concepts
thin layer of blue fabric
and six feet apart.
two months ago
we had to re learn
what was important
how to live
self sufficiently
oblivion
message read
where have you gone
not the same as you were
where did the old you go.
i am right here.
detox is a process
rid of poison
that snuck up on me
veins purple
singing turtle
got stuck
in oblivion;
so i’ve been climbing,
found a motive worth this trail
the top
has never been
more in sight
breaking news
category five;
i don’t remember
what you look like
just how you made me feel,
invisible
got away with murder
it just followed me every left turn
until it was right
rebirth ave
husky puppy in a lawnchair
shutter shades and a starter canon
mushroom cloud in the distance
driveway into a ghost town
ice tea empty; the last human brings a refill.
blanket phone
will remember this
as a failure:
launch pad in ruin
too soon to tune in
to early to call it
deaf dial tone
empty lyrics
title match
i remember when
the wants for loud and graphic
playing in bands
gametime in an arena
the thrill of the chase
of the next big thing
now
i just want the world to slow down
not to spin so hard
for a little quiet
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 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
d twelve
littered enterprise
dangerous dump highway twelve
bishops take your queen
heart to heart
you dropped the ball
you missed an opportunity
she was reaching out
but you seemed
distracted
like you didn’t give a shit;
two frames and no pictures
math without numbers
paper without desk
water with frogs without lilies;
can only swim in cold water
long enough to take two breathes
not to waste on insincere feelings
Saint's Muse 