i don’t think
i’ve been myself
for a long time;
you didn’t know
it’s not your fault
goodbye.
Tag: Poet
power
i use to believe
it was to avoid
losing;
to win
no matter what-
now
to only play
when losing
isn’t an option
poison
there is a poison inside me
slithers through my fingers
fang mark lingers
slowly heavy
fist feel heavy
fist feel tightly around your throat
lips feel heavy
fang mark lingers
there is a poison inside me
slithers through our fingers
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writers block
took me out back
and beat me with bats
like office space.
talked a lot of shit
thought it would never happen to me
been a rough few years.
motivation, i find myself thinking about
motivation, what motivates
how to
where when
how to stay motivated,
when the bats
came swinging down
i can’t remember
what that felt like-
it’s a blur
trauma blocked,
the last swing
left a bruise under my right eye
my good eye
& now
i wanna protect what i have left
blue
not the person; i use to be
now- when i see the ocean
i know it’s endless
–
the color blue, pops more
locks the door
drops the keys
and dances her hands
through crashing waves-
the color blue
her dress was see through
deep blue- a raft of bamboo
paddling an avenue
to you
sky blue to the north
fear of deja-vu
keeping you in my field of view
baby blue.
chicken pox
all fun and games
until you start scratching;
it’ll bite back
multiply
find a way
to exist
mayday
i don’t know if i’ll love the same
i don’t know if that’s bad
-i know we will find out
-i know that’s good
all of yesterday
pretty sure i’ve never done anything
& today is the first day i drew breath
the night before, the night before
i gathered materials for a brisket
that brisk evening
we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk
iced tea and a cigarette
all of yesterday
in smoke
moment’s notice
so you always cared
or did you just want your ass ate.
myth
pray for me
they keep talkin’ on me
keep that mouth away from me.
just a worldy wonder
a monolith
you leavin’ with filth
leavin’ here real high, a –
Saint's Muse 