Writing, Ideas, & Stories
this isn’t a game
but we play like one
take your ball and run
whenever you don’t like the outcome
couldn’t live without one-
the rain;
i remember it being, lighter
walking through it
hands as an umbrella
a scene i remember
in a novella
‘wants only go so far
without the time’
trespassing,
the sign said no trespassing
this was my home
now boarded up
red tape
for sale sign.
missed a page or two
why
all i want is home to feel like home;
trespassing,
memories of the open house
memories of the warmth
fresh scent of home
trespassing,
not welcome
it’s not what i want
i failed you
an exam i missed
to hide away
to blow these streets
leavin’ our sheets
retail feats
knock me off my feet
fallin’
failin’.
your eyes are subtle reminders
that these ties were never crossed
left on eye level finders
and lossed-
one day i will forgive myself
just not on this calendar
circle a time
when the clocks hands are down
when i can see my own eyes
in your reflection
heavenly scented winds
chase you
earth is envious
of your envious steps
missing the tip of their chin.
you didn’t belong here,
i think
i think you got lost
by a happy accident,
you spent your time
and bought everything.
your steps- heels up
chin up, wouldn’t show tears
but you knew
your road leads beyond this garden
(i can’t watch this part)
beyond this world,
stars will part the like sea
until you find m
where you belong
you were a unicorn
i the hunter,
with my rubberband gun
i hoped to keep you-
still
to hold near
to have that kodak moment
to wave a brush like a wand
not to harm or for the mantle
before the distant leap
a beauty never to dismantle
a unicorn today
a unicorn tomorrow
i shouldn’t
but i am,
everyone and everything screams no
you’re wasting your breath
time on this earth
just can’t hear them
the mute button is stuck
the day is locked
the screen is set
these day dreams have walked before
just not today
where did you go;
the days creek by
following whispers of ghost
sheer cold keeps me still-
yield.
they’ll follow me-
they’ll follow me ’till
i become them
until that day,
i’d like to spend them with you,
the last swish of quill
before the creeks settle in
tomorrow night i’ll be back
with the brief moments of silence
waiting
i see it
i see us over and over in my head
like a movie still caught on fire,
frame rate below thirty
i remember a lot
memories flow throughout the day
like a runaway dam
i see it
and numb to the feeling
you’re supposed to grow up
see constant change
like watching your nephew grow up
have a photo album
flipping pages of a ever thinning book
the slideshow of growth
sharing everything i have ever wanted,
not a long list,
on a posted note
hidden in my favorite book.
i remember those cold eyes,
the ones that couldn’t understand
the ones that could never understand,
it’s why they are hidden-
it’s a shot in the dark
but it is mine
carved this hole in the world for me
you can come
just know
i might never come out
Saint's Muse 