Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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.
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.
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
breakin’
Breaking in
takin’
what’s outs
please stay
on all fours
youre crazy.
why would i stay here
this was a dream here
once upon a time
now youre a rhyje
on the dotted line
dont bother reading in between
you were fine
A counterfeit queen.
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my throat
like a choker-
side to side
fingers grinding under my earlobe
“do you wanna get out of here”
i dont remember
where here was
beat is kicking
your hands are jumping
around my coat
miles ahead
side to sife
fingers in my hair
“lets get a slice of pizza”
that
is a great idea
i remember the way
the way you were
nothing held you down
out of the box kite
pre tangled
before any Finn
changed your route.
never a dull moment
words all frozen
runnin’ from the moment
never wanted to be your opponent.
but here we are;
windows wide open
fear holding the keys-
back when we were smokin’
loud world at ease- please
such a simple notion
being overseas
copin’ with a potion.
nothing but a busboy
singin’ sad songs on the arroyo
just need to be the best boy
shoyo
seeking peace
dear noisy,
stay away
this quiet shelter we built
doesn’t have time for your bad breath
so find another house to blow down
just another static wolf
seeking lost
and found in humble forest.
dear noisy,
stay away
you’re services
are no longer required.
she asked if
i was blinded by the lights;
two k set up in a alley
behind a Wendy
are they, too bright’
when the scripture hit the pen
humanity paused-
those lights
those lights filled a stadium three times the earth
a field for gods to play finger football
& were too puny to even place a bet
so no, thee-
these lights were made for mortals
mortal pain mortal gain
all in the ring
mortal kombat
i don’t believe
like i used to;
if you can strike down
the gardeners
who will tend to the garden
when the sun beats down
when crawlers feast on roots;
when you strike down the gardeners
who will watch over your tulip field
Saint's Muse 