Category: poetry

Mitzi Max

The sound of an engine 

I feel less stressed

My mind on the gas 

My heart is brake less

Brakes don’t exist to me

I feel the same, what a shame

I feel the same, what a shame 

Am I to blame?

Or only if I blame it away

Or beg it to escape before 

My engine skates 

Or escalates in flames

Of fire my heart burns

Then dies with desire

It’s only burning brighter

Which means I’ll live

And die harder

Still

With my back pressed

Against the wall

On one side is a church

But it’s a lying stone

And on the other

Is a city

Grey and cold from

Mountain snow

But full of hope

And fully known

There is only

So many times

A person can live

Split and fake to everyone

Especially themselves

So I remain

Still

Now and tomorrow

Whenever the thought comes

To run

I’ll be still

I’ll remain

Unphased

Only greater in

Every way

I’ll remain

It’s not religion

It’s fate

I’m running

And jumping

And still