you’re supposed to grow up
see constant change
like watching your nephew grow up
have a photo album
flipping pages of a ever thinning book
the slideshow of growth
Tag: Symbols
shot in the dark
sharing everything i have ever wanted,
not a long list,
on a posted note
hidden in my favorite book.
i remember those cold eyes,
the ones that couldn’t understand
the ones that could never understand,
it’s why they are hidden-
it’s a shot in the dark
but it is mine
carved this hole in the world for me
you can come
just know
i might never come out
scrapyard
you changed a lot-
all for the better
just not sure who’s
all in an attempt to be better
just not sure,
better than who,
i hope you sit down a write this out
before all that is left
is a scrapyard
of mixed dreams
false identities
wrapped in a fleece blanket,
each step was good
it was your own;
jail cell
can’t be the breaker of chains
when your own dreams keep you bolted down
masking your insecurity with fools gold power
got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost
to let you free;
but you’ll be here in the morning
with a new plead you can try to be free
from your own self pity
let the world come to you
the power will only keep you here
out for the count
fight about me
i’ll sit ring side
run play by play
get mine
while you lose yours,
didn’t wanna be the one
but i’m the one
an it stressin’ you out
want me to take you out
tell me i’m the one
an you hate it-
only stay one night
three nights later we’ve seen
every episode of full house
who’s dreamin’
delivery every night
don’t wanna leave this bed
an you hate it
be okay
it’s far away
maybe tomorrow
years from now
just know it’ll be okay
i am sorry, justin
i am sorry,
i could give you every excuse in the book:
four classes and work
pokemon is calling my name
toxicity leaks from veins,
yet nothing grieves me more
knowing i kept you on hold
i can say i will make it up to you,
but this stylish line only dazzles
in a mirror,
you deserve better
it’s just not in my veins
marksman weekend off
took a chance
missed
story of an archer
quiver at the no
ready for the now
aiming vow
taking a bow
hanging upside down frown
quiet afternoon
arm and mountains;
change the channel
i can’t stand your voice;
the lies stack higher than a mountain
words paved with cement
and sealed with a kiss;
i can’t stand your voice.
i crumble at each vowel
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
Saint's Muse 