Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it swirls inside me
nothing i can do;
locked in a room and nothing but a light-
hearing the blade swinging round and round
a powerful swosh like top of nike hill
falling;
shaking with floating pieces of a being
i can’t make out
and everything goes black-
falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance
racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine
it’s not fine the blade has spoken
a mango blast
a tango last
jumpin’ off a building with a blindfold on
never feared the bottom when the lights go on
changed my id when light turns to dawn-
and jump;
-battered brain loose feel it ridin’ goose
–sailin’ true never lied or held the truth
—this is that moment it was never stolen (took you long enough)
like what’s up danger
i’ve been waiting for you
i challenged you;
further then i should have
the cracks are showing and your hair is thin
and i blame myself.
never told you when to stop
showed you how to quit
just a brick and a pedal,
and i only watched.
i should have asked what you were thinking;
what was the miner doing in the deepest part of your thoughts
was it gold he was finding or coal
but seeing your eyes i know what he was finding.
your hands were clean
yet your body ran red
the miner never quit
and you payed the price
and i blame myself.
i could have stopped you
maybe saved you-
now i search the miners left in the dark
the miners left in the dark
i wished for a miracle
i was put on hold;
humming along to we are the champion
i can see myself in a crown
before it melts
never replied
i’ll keep calling
you’re worth the miracle
there is no where to escape
all exits are blocked
and i hold my hands
wishing on a star that i’m not acquainted with
not yet;
for an answer
the pedestal is so lonely
second; third is a ghost
and first, first is somewhere else
here and no crowd or medals
just a box with white chalk numbers.
no one would believe me;
with all these opened doors
they never checked the locks
no one remembered those nights wandering
smoke in the air – silence
no one remembers the phone calls they never got
dialed and hung up dialed and hung up dialed
just to hear an answering machine
to feel the chills down your spine-
no one talks about it.
so we just sit on a couch a ghost, the one who got away
and me, a silver medal
set fire to the original;
on the top of a pedestal
down into the roots ashes run wild
anger in the streets,
before the new;
the new way
a new pedestal
and a new match
i’ll
find it in that third drawer from the left;
the miscellaneous drawer,
a ring (emerald) a pokemon card(hypno) candy rapper(snickers)
a day shoved away third from the left left to waste
a chase on a tuesday night wrinkled in time a page on a scrapbook for any wary traveler
to find:
brake light on third street dealing gambits and starting three like a warrior
marry her on the third street only put her to sleep not acting herself
to end up third to the left
found third to the left
to the left
i only can picture you
not in a frame or a scrapbook
a memory;
where we all live
in harmony dancing on the first floor
our favorite floor
the song- our song
the one that hasn’t been written
it’s our favorite,
and you’ll hold me
run your fingers through my hair;
(you know i love that shit)
you know i love you
since the moment i saw you
that song began
my- our favorite
on this first floor
of this safe place
what is that
in your golden hands
round fist bubble lips
tight as a rope around my throat
i see
the wish you made on the scarlet night
on sapphire roses
in loving arms
i’ll be your golden heart
should i?
wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain
should i?
sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note
should i?
read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed it all into my road rage
should i?
show up at your door let you know this is meant for more i’ll never leave this is what i stand for
should i?
Saint's Muse 