i shouldn’t
but i am,
everyone and everything screams no
you’re wasting your breath
time on this earth
just can’t hear them
the mute button is stuck
the day is locked
the screen is set
these day dreams have walked before
just not today
Tag: Literature
haunted love
where did you go;
the days creek by
following whispers of ghost
sheer cold keeps me still-
yield.
they’ll follow me-
they’ll follow me ’till
i become them
until that day,
i’d like to spend them with you,
the last swish of quill
before the creeks settle in
tomorrow night i’ll be back
with the brief moments of silence
waiting
flooded mem
i see it
i see us over and over in my head
like a movie still caught on fire,
frame rate below thirty
i remember a lot
memories flow throughout the day
like a runaway dam
i see it
and numb to the feeling
three second slideshow
you’re supposed to grow up
see constant change
like watching your nephew grow up
have a photo album
flipping pages of a ever thinning book
the slideshow of growth
shot in the dark
sharing everything i have ever wanted,
not a long list,
on a posted note
hidden in my favorite book.
i remember those cold eyes,
the ones that couldn’t understand
the ones that could never understand,
it’s why they are hidden-
it’s a shot in the dark
but it is mine
carved this hole in the world for me
you can come
just know
i might never come out
crisp lightning bolt
breathing in
smoke out
you caught all of it
it’s not regret fleeing the scene
just a chance
leaving a piece of me
gretel will find me
tired of losin’ my brothers
grimm night
a laugh : a smite
only pieces on a board
till they all get bored
struck the final chord
will meet the lord
i still see shadows in my room->
i see you in my dreams
that’s why i sleep all the time,
it’s like you never left
living at home
i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
on the road
it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
closed casket:
i crave the peace
trapped in a box
of screaming wildebeest
stomping around singing
it’s a small world after all,
this is what they’ll see on my final days
death by Lion King,
they’ll laugh at that joke on their final meetup
doing what it was intended,
never want them to see the madness
just the joke
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