Writing, Ideas, & Stories
battered ribs
shattered nose
rattling skull
the taste of blood melted plastic,
the only good thing
is the cool canvas brushing my right cheek like my mothers palm.
i want to stay here,
staring eyes like a night sky
all so, obstreperous
for frame of reference;
like the first round, no faces
no names just eyes, flashes,
hazy-
than a meteor crashed into my skull
twice
and
i
still see those stars
they worry;
wonder where –
wonder where – they’ve gone
leader to the silent prayer
like a roach with poison.
they still love, you
carefully manufactured poison
with love, but you must
know
you’re an imagineer
carrier of this art, this message
this this this-
you carried everything, in place
not a scratch a dent
the burnt pages were dealt with care-
never questioning
never wondering
just- keeping.
you worried, they appreciated
they’re back – in silence
we all
die
once
it’s the second time
we finally breathe
i don’t remember
what it was before
now;
chances are somethings were the same
just nothing that mattered.
i remember thinking
back then,
that i deserved what i got
if you didn’t work for it
like really work for it
than it wasn’t for you;
just not everyone gives equally
keeping you in the bottom of a well
to be mocked
to be trashed
to be reminded that they have you on a leash
and they control the slack.
i remember thinking
that those days
those days
were a peak.
they bury
you,
whether you’re out
sinking
or digging
that well isn’t for you
roots in a field of buds
horns with blood
weep for their sisters
until next spring
the next bounce
the next bloom
i think about that cloud
from time to time
wondering if it made it home safely
they only love me when i produce
putting a message together
stringing days together with a meaning
writing,
words don’t come when you call,
trapped inside a podium
waiting for a speech.
here is it goes;
i’m doing my best fuck off
i kept typing ‘i’
that’s how we got here in the first place
ignoring our neighbors,
seeing- but not listening
now they see the burning
yet
it’s always been on fire
not just for i
but for all
trouble shooting worldwide
they never handed out tour guides
but they should
come and save it if you could
up to no-good
losing memories like my childhood
now we livin’ bedside
sippin’ tea, horrified.
i know what took you
it’s the same poison
hurricane
demon
that lives in me
departed and took you
i wish i could have been there
to duo that beast.
find me again,
in the next
so we can dance another night,
i know,
that wasn’t your last
Saint's Muse 