i remember your first tantrum
kicking and screaming
it was just broccoli
you’d resist
but
i think you knew
there was worst in store
Tag: Loss
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
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.
the fixer; down wind
problem is
i always want to fix everything
things that don’t need fixing
instead of just caring
loving being more then a piece of tape
problem is
carrying weight that’s not my own
no one asked
carrying backpacks up mountains
nothing but a bottle and a tent
crashing down
broken arm
put tape on it
tick tock
bound by flames;
captain hook and i share a club
missing hands and a fear of crocodiles
cake; princess diaries
i see it in your eyes
a hunger for more
every piece has your name on it
if you can see it
you’ll take it
a bloodlust for happiness;
but when your head rest on my chest
the breathe slows to a mild sigh
i see the kid again-
chasing a dream on a t.v screen
trying on string like a queen on the screen
it’s your favorite scene
we watch it on repeat it’s our routine
in the mirror it’s a queen at thirteen.
wall puzzle; trouble ;bottomless dream
building a puzzle
without all the pieces
test my patience
buidling blocks surround my knuckles
science project and your the thesis
a little love and all my dedication;
that’s the kind of love
i’ve been dreaming of-
one bred of dreams
probably why the puzzle is never finished
different pieces every night
never waking up so by all means
maybe not forever just give me another minute
before stripped by daily light
empty verse; live mutiny
i. watch. myself. through. a. window.
i lost my pulse
driving away in a hearse
my reflection is a curse
nothing but a blank verse;
i. wouldn’t. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone.
emptiness bred immunity
only one in my community
before banished via mutiny
leaving me with this opportunity;
let. me. leave. this. hell. i. called. home.
narrated – r
the fall is graceful;
treated as beauty and all we can talk about
the rise is ugly
sweat and blood
scars and tears
summed up and fastforwarded
with a catchy top ten hit
just to watch the great fall;
bear valley
not the river, but the dam
i only have stop in my vocabulary;
but i see the cracks
the water pushing through
you yelling cannon ball
as you squeeze through my arms;
it’s okay on this side
but over there
i can’t catch you
Saint's Muse 