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
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’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 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
Saint's Muse 