mouse's art

mouse's art

poetry mainly

same old fire

i lost everything

and the shame i hold is one you give

tell me to sit and i rip at the seams

full of the thought of you

i can't take waiting for love

you keep dangling over my head

dance the words on my tongue

promises i know you won't keep

same old fire

i let you tear me apart

for a chance of being seen

coming down

sometimes i get a glimpse of the real you i think

and he tels me i want it when i don't

you never remember the next day

but i remember that men always think my heart's big enough

to stretch for the sorrow they gave.

and i know to live is to learn to move forward

but there's always been a roadblock

when it comes to leaving you behind

making more room in my life

just to remember you

but i can't always forgive

because thats not what friends do.

burning bright in fields alone

of grass thats still growing

i hear nothing but the music that fills your quiet

and i know

that's not what friends do.

finger cracks

seeping through the selfish hands of time

i know wolves are on the horizon soon

simmer down, slip out

thunderstroms through finger cracks of light

sweet tear drops of heaven stolen from me

youre missing me

nothings better. i hear the growls

theyll get me soon

but ill find my way back up to you

wow what a big void

the shape of you grows bigger

somehow but smaller

in the sense that my heart's overtaken

but my life is not

i count the seconds in a day

that drift me away from you

with the void buzzing a tune

that i wish i could turn off

there's not lots left anymore

so i stay in my bed

to watch the last couple pieces of us fall apart

holding my own hand back

from picking them up and handing them to you

you dont need me to clean your mess anymore

and i dont need you to clean mine

i watch your branches break

and stare at the ceiling with your voice

saying goodbye over and over

teaching me to say it back

present tense

the present tense gnaws a hole into my head

with spinning strands of thought

creating whirlwinds to the right

you watch me float and fly and crash and bleed

and pick apart the way i love you

till my soul is bare and your ego is fed

while my heart continues to beat like a clock

every tick marching me back into reality

and away from you somehow

oh my

time

time keeps

time keeps moving

the void's gotten bigger

the world ripped in half

turning inside out

i mean to move 7.3.25

i scrape the sound out of my brain

with a buzz eating away at the waste

i stay in my broken room

i mean to move

i watch the broken lights

i wake up falling off the bed

i wake up fighting to stay on

i don't wake up at all

i keep trying to sleep

and nothing is happening

i keep trying to scrape the sound out

it keeps coming back louder

i stay on the bed

the chair lays broken in front of me

i mean to move

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