Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i believe you only get one
one real shot
at changing the way the world spins;
so will wait
finger on the trigger
eyes pierced into a lens
sweat falling off my brow
ancy as fuck
watching the fire;
knowing there is only one in the chamber-
it won’t come back i’m not ms. jolie
so i have to make this count-
this world wasn’t meant to spin
counter clockwise
everytime i open the door
you jump leap claw
try to get free;
everyday, i stop you-
you bite cry scratch
everyday i wonder,
why i stop you
hard to picture time before you-
where the sky fell before the earth
where did people drown in sorrow before tears
and before wells carried life
before the nights ran long without the warmth of the son;
the son- before the earth
i see an island with a single tree
a flag with a crab
and a witch
cooking a dinner for two
alone
just a program
tied hands and a panel for a face,
booted,
running
running
smashed escape until deleted
mind sweeper;
facebook for two hours
kayla got a puppy
that she stole from her ex boyfriend tyler
like, it was totally awesome
running
running,
buzzfeed quizes
i am the king of the north
micheal jordan
micheal scott
moon walkin’ skywalkin’
running,
and it’s black-
reminded the processor exist at your will
the fan comes to a swirling halt
and it’s quiet
the experience breaks fear-
found the experience at the tip of a card
now knives break against my skin
folding full houses and straights down the drain
but my knees still shake in the rain
quivering at the memories
traded for guilt
measured in nightmares,
at the tip of the card was a jack,
and now inside this club
try to scrub this sleep clean
before the fear breaks loose
nothing on the docket
guilty from a mile away
judge on vacation
jury marked absent
executioner on duty;
trial by society
fire and brimestone
hung from a gold star
walking the streets with their head in a bag
marked failure
don’t let me get in the way
like a door stopper
just take your time;
but we see the inside
joy and love all in a single package
that isn’t on sale when I go to Target
but it is here,
trying to sign the papers to take part
but their eyes will take me apart
they know i don’t belong
just a possible gateway drug
to ruin their perfect world;
so they don’t look at me
just stand outside,
just watch
like a puppy waiting to be pet
watching her sister go instead
you’re hands are a blessing;
washing away the fear
tracing your fingers along my worries
pushing your thumbs deep into my anxiety
flowing away-
falling asleep in your grasp
an angel pulling a bow back back deep into my heart
chop chop and depression won’t raise his hands to you
never lay a hand on my honey
all over my back, warmed
holding the arrow
asleep with your hands
today is a challenge
challenge of a step
on a spiral staircase
around an oak tree
towards the moon;
you’ll find the top to be lonely and the bottom tempting
like a swimming pool
i wouldn’t let this go
i wouldn’t let this die
i’m not your average guy
i’m not going to dig an empty grave and wait
i’ll show you everyday
i’ll show you that i’m that fucking guy
every day
every moment
waiting for our next dance
waiting for our favorite song
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