they only love me when i produce putting a message together stringing days together with a meaning writing, words don't come when you call, trapped inside a podium waiting for a speech. here is it goes; i'm doing my best fuck off
Category: Poetry
after nineteen and before the world ends
we started as a gift lying cheating killing all before the night shift wasn't it so fulfilling willing to go millions to the bank leave the millions on the street to fend for a penny so gather around for the show they roll around in tax tanks they never miss a beat n that's on… Continue reading after nineteen and before the world ends
50 on rotten tomatoes
all based on the truth i believed to be true but it's true just to me only the truth to me makes it everyone else's thought they'll tell it to the next make it gossip words flowin' like a faucet not my truth is your food for thought starving from my own process now this… Continue reading 50 on rotten tomatoes
humble forest
seeking peace dear noisy, stay away this quiet shelter we built doesn't have time for your bad breath so find another house to blow down just another static wolf seeking lost and found in humble forest. dear noisy, stay away you're services are no longer required.
broken system
i kept typing 'i' that's how we got here in the first place ignoring our neighbors, seeing- but not listening now they see the burning yet it's always been on fire not just for i but for all
horrified
trouble shooting worldwide they never handed out tour guides but they should come and save it if you could up to no-good losing memories like my childhood now we livin' bedside sippin' tea, horrified.
reckless & prideful
i know what took you it's the same poison hurricane demon that lives in me departed and took you i wish i could have been there to duo that beast. find me again, in the next so we can dance another night, i know, that wasn't your last
(u)ntitled
it is here we saw it: cross over the moon bleeding dune two shots and your out too, just another color spectrum close your eyes and they'll still select us; they said they're mature after we endured and we were reassured it was their bag secured-
oak base
chances are the me you knew yesterday is gone; shifted learned something new experienced something different saw something unique he might still walk and breathe the same the tree you walk past everyday you wouldn't notice it everyday but a new leaf sprouted founded on yesterday
returned prison
i can hear you yet i can't see you cheer you on from a distance but i can't see you the boxed prison: passed down and down the one you've seen in books long ago didn't believe it existed yet here it is; still around i know you are there and i see you
Saint's Muse 