Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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
lyin’ to these boys
you were never invited
fell ablaze and denied it
lyin’ to these boys:
you were never invited
wandered the world
can’t trust anyone with a mask on
brings you back to those days we act young
dark times: hood up top down rollin’ blocks
flying high they called us the young hawks
lyin’ to these boys
twenty five and we failed em
twnety one and we runnin’ out of time
you were never invited
stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’
sorry;
but not really
the words out your mouth are just silly
yes really
no they aren’t busy
they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily
damn
lyin’ to these boys
your the guest of honor
just not for honor
two years will all be goners
you say we are all on a roll
dishonor to the ones out yondor
stay home
you weren’t invited
i remember screaming;
screaming in the middle of the intersection
no one could hear me
in a box of crystal
peaking out into thousand of faces
none shining back;
for a second
at the corner of her eye
i can see she looked
like lazer right through me
an away
the isolation
i remember the cold tips
of the ever lasting crystal
you’re the baddest bitch
and you know it
everyone can see it
and this is the sales pitch;
stop playing.
i can see the practice
in the batters cage
straight to lights on centers stage
just to distract us;
i’m staying.
this world is yours
a seat for me in the front
my favorite scene i do my own stunts
above the stars and bars;
you’re slaying.
Saint's Muse 