i never worried
just stayed up all night thinking
long Summer evening
Tag: Regret
long distance relationship
you told me not to worry
about what tomorrow would be like
how we would eat
or how we would pay our bills.
even after you passed;
i always knew
you’d still be looking
over my shoulder
telling me
it would be okay.
found a prison with a hundred inmates two guards and a king wearing two crowns
i hate it here
back to basic
we will just love to love
enjoy every minute of it
no regrets just memories
forget the rejection
the anger
the hate,
the red door marked do not enter
but is always open-
let’s lock it together
wear the key around your neck
hitch the fear stone across a pond
watch every ring break away
let’s love more than anything else;
just dessert
i find myself selfish
in the most uncommon time
looking for god
in the hottest time
picking up the phone
in the middle of the desert,
wrath is laughing
greed is smiling
and gluttony shovels what’s left
nothing much
just a nightmare with a side of depression
in a desert
riley
it has been awhile
but i’m here
bleeding from my wrist
but i’m here
this wasn’t always the truth
absant more times then present
just so i could give something on christmas
i know they judge me
can see it in the corner of their eyes
never blinked twice
took their eye off me
i move past ’em
never stood still long enough
to tell ’em i missed ’em
i regret that
i know they judge me
i’m sorry pops
tattoos below my elbows,
i want them to judge me
human created god
counting seconds
makes the day go by faster
not really poetry
i just think about that a lot
does it watch back
when i turn my back
does it laugh
does it watch
when i’m not around
does time mock humans
for creating an infinite being
that will out live us all
left, right left
always late
the face wandering home
left right left
head down
whip at the sound of a screech
a slow turn back
left right left
nothing new
still the same piece of trash
that they left last week
left right left
she didn’t show up
candle wax spills over double chocolate
sweet sixteen.
thursday night disco,
it wasn’t better
just not worse
grey matter
transit hearse,
parked outside my bedroom window
driver smoking a spirit
late for the disco
our final pierrot;
you were always taking pictures
body reads like braille
just not how pictured
white veil for sale
finished; page two
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
Saint's Muse 