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MuseumofMax Aug 4
Around a trusted few
I let my walls down,

I silence the harsh voices in my head
to share with them, unfiltered,
my stories, not yet said

So when you tell me after
that my voice is too intense
That my stories were too long
and my emotions too immense

I wonder why I spoke at all
If only to be too much
I wonder if you care at all
to hear my thoughts untouched

I know I’m loud and spirited too
but I thought I could be myself
around you

I thought you liked me as I am
I thought you’d listen to my stories,
I thought you’d understand
MuseumofMax Aug 1
A piece of gum sticks to scuffed tennis shoes

Sidewalk cities all turn blue

Kitchen lights flicker deadly hues


But for the few that fear the dark

They stole a life, not faint of heart

A candle burns out, a dying art


Now all is glass with shattered bone

Growing cities turn to stone

Freedom from all that is known


So take a moment, two, or three

To look down, stare at your feet

Remind yourself of their defeat


Lest you face a similar fate,

Of growing old and growing hate

Release your fears and create
MuseumofMax Jul 8
Sometimes I go back to the past

I watch my twiggy legs shake, my hands grip my arms attempting to steady; to comfort

I watch myself form an invisible box around my body; a personal shield

While I begged for forgiveness that I didn’t need

My brain separated my consciousness from reality,

I said it all just like a story,
just like they had taught me



On my knees in front of your bed,
an altar for wrathful gods

I cried and I prayed for forgiveness that I didn’t need

I took all the blame, bared it like a cross
and carried it with me,

You gave me a title, a crown of thorns-
and watched me bleed  


And still while I bled, exposed on your cross,

You told me to beg harder, for the innocence I had lost

So I begged for forgiveness that I didn’t need


while he watched under the shade of your palm trees-
MuseumofMax Jun 11
I still see you in my dreams

Often when I see you I run to you
I hug you and hold you and you smile at me


The hug felt so real
That when I woke up
I felt so empty
And cold
MuseumofMax Jun 11
Would you like to age with me?

To stare into my wrinkled face

Will you still see the love you had

-for me when I was young?

Would you like to age with me?

I’ll stare into your brown eyes,

crows feet may surround them,

white whiskers on your chin

but I’ll still see the love I have,

for you no time can bend
MuseumofMax Jun 11
Shady sunshine falls on a bright green hill

Chubby cheeks and ringlet curls

Frolicking around fat squirrels and dandelions

Spinning on a rope swing,
A blurry canopy of trees and laughter

Big smiles make us feel young

So we frolicked and danced

under the sun.
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