future sight
is inexpensive
it only cost me
my youth
Tag: Poet
last day off
last year
a shakey handoff
(at best)
constantly choosing between
life and sleep
haven’t slept in years
when i do;
my dreams were a gothic spinoff
love interest played by wednesday.
black and white lens
for thee ending send-off
all black molotov
(for those who couldn’t be here)
with fireworks
and a rip off.
it’s january
am i
a real person
hard to tell
non from fiction;
empty beach
growing waves crashed against lost sand;
is this a metaphor?
am i the wave? the sand?
more like the beach,
as a fly on the wall
watching the waves
watching the sand
waiting for something different
but i remember;
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances
just gotta take more
he told me that
before he passed
he said
you never know what is a bullseye
until you shoot.
10 pm
the first night
i stayed up hours after
playing it back in my head
on a projector
& my eyes the bulbs
every second
didnt want to forget
the smallest detail
an 11
today
you walked with a goddess.
did you tell her,
tell her, tell him
tell them.
born a sun
and we an idol worshipper-
tell em,
they can’t see themselves
the way we do.
for twelve
just living
a false dream
someone elses
somedays, it’s a cape
flying around
catching bad guys
other days, it’s a noose
holding me still
gasping for another way out;
someone else’s dream
like a torch bearer
we only run forward
13 blue birds
i paid
to be accepted
only to be denied
fair treatment.
singing among the treetops
cursed to walk the ground
your song only calls
the hell hounds.
20-20
ive been writing
mostly hiding
idk if
i like what i see in the mirror
but at least
i can see
trust
it was easier before-
before, everything.
they took everything not nailed down
but nothing more
Precious
than my eyes to see you clearly
Saint's Muse 