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
Tag: Memories
oak base
chances are
the me you knew yesterday
is gone;
shifted
learned something new experienced something different saw something
unique
he might still walk and breathe the same
the tree you walk past everyday
you wouldn’t notice it everyday
but a new leaf sprouted
founded
on yesterday
returned prison
i can hear you
yet
i can’t see you
cheer you
on
from a
distance
but i can’t see you
the boxed prison:
passed down and down
the one you’ve seen in books
long ago
didn’t believe it existed
yet here it is;
still around
i know you are there
and i see you
dented cars
this hurts
everything
everyone’s pain
shattered glass
through a weakened heart;
only so long
before the world
fires back
what will be left
to call
home
if
if it ever was
entitlement blvd
the world is burning
the world is burning
they still couldn’t snuff it the second time
or the fifth
they never learn
that we
want to walk the same street
as everyone else
trey
two months ago
they threw us in cages
locked away the key
hidden under
under
nothing, floating concepts
thin layer of blue fabric
and six feet apart.
two months ago
we had to re learn
what was important
how to live
self sufficiently
oblivion
message read
where have you gone
not the same as you were
where did the old you go.
i am right here.
detox is a process
rid of poison
that snuck up on me
veins purple
singing turtle
got stuck
in oblivion;
so i’ve been climbing,
found a motive worth this trail
the top
has never been
more in sight
breaking news
category five;
i don’t remember
what you look like
just how you made me feel,
invisible
got away with murder
it just followed me every left turn
until it was right
blanket phone
will remember this
as a failure:
launch pad in ruin
too soon to tune in
to early to call it
deaf dial tone
empty lyrics
title match
i remember when
the wants for loud and graphic
playing in bands
gametime in an arena
the thrill of the chase
of the next big thing
now
i just want the world to slow down
not to spin so hard
for a little quiet
Saint's Muse 