i believe in you;
it’s stronger than the faith
i have in myself
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i believe in you;
it’s stronger than the faith
i have in myself
treasure fiend;
never missed home
until it was gated up
–
chain link hugs
brought memories forward;
days when hugs were treasure
just be you
all day;
the hardest request-
the you you see was crafted for you
tailor made
the hand me downs just don’t work like they use to.
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