Tag Archives: muse

Carve my popularity into a rock, its nature unchanging except when it’s defiled by the surroundings, causing it to shrink and blend into dirt.

The end of peace enabled through movement and sound, its story complete, leaving you alone to find another or remain stuck in the moment.

Discover at a distance so it’s not marked, your mind confused later when you find it anew but see it familiar and you question what else fails to be a surprise.

Rise from scalding and swipe away the breeze that offers relief, too scared of what healing will bring.

Twin attack from opposite sides, united in disappointment and roused by a muted despair to corrupt the pure who try to free them.

Talk of yourself and turn up your own volume to drown out all interruptions that remind you you’re not everything.

Scrub into stiffness clean into pain, fresh into tiredness and success into black.

Reach out to a life giver who regrets your continued existence, seeing a mistake that won’t fade away and no answer to erase you.

Play the melody of the soul and intermingle the events that formed you, breathing your story into sound and exposing yourself to those who really listen.

Dangle the motivation and snatch it away after you’ve used them how you wanted, laughing that they’re still desperate enough to jump for the next one over and over.