Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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
bound by flames;
captain hook and i share a club
missing hands and a fear of crocodiles
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.
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
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.
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;
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
raised with bricks
stacked high with a peep hole
just can barely see out
cold stays in
life stays out-
this was fine
no really i prefered it this way
all the big bads would come
brothers and sisters dissapear
but i was good;
pretended not to hear their screams
pretended not to care
pretended not to be home
that keeps me up at night
they rebuild out there
and i’m still in here waiting
for
something;
if they can’t get in
how can i get out
seems air tight
so how am i still breathing
a dream of butterflys
shattering these bricks like glass
i’ll be gone- so fucking gone
maybe to find those taken
those that never had a chance
or to feel everything that i could only dream of;
i hear the big bads coming again
they can’t stop them
all i have our ears preparing for horror
it’s safe here
it’s safe here
you matched and won
i’ll never forget that
you showed
deflated;
fates and twisted humanity
they go together like target and panera
every corner;
but ill tell our kids-
you showed when everyone pointed and questioned
you fucking tried;
more then they can say
when i think about it
the world spins in the opposite direction
it’s fine i mean, she is her own women
but which star is receiving
for when i pray i know your wonderous name
send flowers and wishes for the future
mines and yours
i’m not the monster they said
not the one i was supposed to be
or the one you heard i was
i survived against
your brother in flames
you sister in tears
your mother digging a shallow grave
but i plead to you
watch our shadows closely
we wander off the rift
every no and then
but we will walk up straight
find our way
in your eyes
so maybe a cane for the shakey path
a jacket for the questionable weather
a stamp for this letter that one day will come to you
Saint's Muse 