Writing, Ideas, & Stories
last year
a shakey handoff
(at best)
constantly choosing between
life and sleep
haven’t slept in years
when i do;
my dreams were a gothic spinoff
love interest played by wednesday.
black and white lens
for thee ending send-off
all black molotov
(for those who couldn’t be here)
with fireworks
and a rip off.
infinite amount of chances
just gotta take more
he told me that
before he passed
he said
you never know what is a bullseye
until you shoot.
just living
a false dream
someone elses
somedays, it’s a cape
flying around
catching bad guys
other days, it’s a noose
holding me still
gasping for another way out;
someone else’s dream
like a torch bearer
we only run forward
i paid
to be accepted
only to be denied
fair treatment.
singing among the treetops
cursed to walk the ground
your song only calls
the hell hounds.
ive been writing
mostly hiding
idk if
i like what i see in the mirror
but at least
i can see
i worry
i’ll sink
beneath my thoughts.
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my throat
like a choker-
side to side
fingers grinding under my earlobe
“do you wanna get out of here”
i dont remember
where here was
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my coat
miles ahead
side to sife
fingers in my hair
“lets get a slice of pizza”
that
is a great idea
i have dreams
of us
they never end well
like a horror movie
i die first
everyday
i dedicate
to myself
to be better
than yestersay
so far
i am 0 for 30.
but maybe
today will be different.
it’s been awhile
i don’t look the same
sound the same
i like a lot of different things
like avocado,
it use to make my mouth itch
but it went away
now
i do whatever i want;
touching the top of oak trees
surfing clouds towards a sky realm
sailing a brand new ocean
for adventure;
Saint's Muse 