i shouldn’t
but i am,
everyone and everything screams no
you’re wasting your breath
time on this earth
just can’t hear them
the mute button is stuck
the day is locked
the screen is set
these day dreams have walked before
just not today
Tag: Trust
haunted love
where did you go;
the days creek by
following whispers of ghost
sheer cold keeps me still-
yield.
they’ll follow me-
they’ll follow me ’till
i become them
until that day,
i’d like to spend them with you,
the last swish of quill
before the creeks settle in
tomorrow night i’ll be back
with the brief moments of silence
waiting
flooded mem
i see it
i see us over and over in my head
like a movie still caught on fire,
frame rate below thirty
i remember a lot
memories flow throughout the day
like a runaway dam
i see it
and numb to the feeling
three second slideshow
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
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
between 3rd and 24th
can never blame or feel anger
just another step,
just would rather walk
the other direction
living at home
i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
She’s the One
trapped in my head, she has the key
what i’d do, to be free from me
feels like a dream- a hidden scheme
but back to you, baby, a center piece
follow me, through hall after hallway doors
honestly, feel like i’ve been here before
probably, see you again in my dreams
an ever-everything-bring me tranquility
ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights
sight for sore eyes, sunrise
getaway
i can’t stop the shaking,
the feeling of giving up
dropping everything
& start anew.
somewhere where no one knows
anything, where i can build,
somewhere quiet,
it won’t stop the shaking
it’ll be back the next day
maybe a month from now
but that time
sounds perfect
surrounding fear
hear the voices climbing in
through the door under the pile of books
only you know where that door is;
you love to take control
drive around the block a few times
be spiteful as you give the keys back
& back out the trap door,
i worry the day you never
turn the controls back
Saint's Muse 