Writing, Ideas, & Stories
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
worry about it
care about it
that is love
the one i was taught
spending time
the one i want
miles away-
want you
arms length
at max.
even though
we are so far apart
my thoughts
bring us closer together
and now
we dance
in between the lines
and i’d take you home
until my next thoughts
i have dreams
of us
they never end well
like a horror movie
i die first
honey honey
can’t keep
my thoughts away
can’t keep
my hands
off of you
honey honey
so sweet
stuck to you
i doubted
myself, tomorrow
maybe god
but god damn
i’m just fine
choose
yourself-
no one will remember
the second option.
you knew-
broken steel door
willfully extra ajar
like aladdin
a stolen wish from jafar/
a day of loss-
narrative highlighted loss,
spoken word gave birth
to freedom,
now,
it’s an independence day-
it is an out of body experience;
i’m a foreigner to myself
like a novel on my bookshelf
i know the ending.
nothing is pending
placed down payment months ago
ticket to the heart break show
i can only blame my inexperience;
it’s like time-
paused;
and we came back
picked up
exactly
where we left out.
it was never perfect
but on late nights
i never wanted to be
anywhere else-
but they took me away
cuffed in a back seat.
processed
& told to wait;
wait until-
it’s like
we turned the clock;
left everything
the way it was,
except for us.
i’ve changed.
either for good or for bad-
the road traveled
left scars
memories;
made a lot of 2nd opinions
on things once ruled out.
to give everything a second chance
so life
doesn’t have
anymore
what ifs.
Saint's Muse 