you crave change
you uproot yourself
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Tag: Past
silence of the lambs
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
heart to heart
you dropped the ball
you missed an opportunity
she was reaching out
but you seemed
distracted
like you didn’t give a shit;
two frames and no pictures
math without numbers
paper without desk
water with frogs without lilies;
can only swim in cold water
long enough to take two breathes
not to waste on insincere feelings
heavy loader
it is not a shocker
to see it all come down
crashing crashing crashing
into a wall
before
we toon out
taking instead of leaving
blaming me for it all
seeking instead of hiding
and i’ll be
long after i pass
v1 passion v2
dream chasing;
not to be confused by having-
the purity of the air
is the difference between the chase,
the stamp of this art,
the corner carved on this medium
to last, to make a tiny smile – last.
the closer to the earth
the field is littered with bodies
looking for a scrap of metal
the same metal
ambition of bones
stealing a penny from lenny
never for the many
just to save a twenty
Leon
a crewmate on our last days – “be
less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,
our lives on Leon; this boat will change you
so you can survie, we live on our captains words:
where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!
we sailed on Leon for days without rest
collecting fools gold for our nest,
until the sea gave out
reclaimed Leon
like a mother and child
den of 2013
the scoreboard is still up
broken down over the years
it has been awhile
you’ve been hiding
i know you’re still kicking
i can see the fog like breath from your den
i can smell it;
old stained blood eyes
you must be waiting for my back to turn
but i am done with you
i know you will stay
but that was our last bout
this won’t be about
you anymore
something new
i don’t want to forget
anything-
this year has been a simulation
to test
everything;
to evaluate what it means
to live
that’s why you can’t see the scars
they aren’t real.
you want to believe it was
just to feel the fire of life
cushion seat control
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
Saint's Muse 