there is a poison inside me slithers through my fingers fang mark lingers slowly heavy fist feel heavy fist feel tightly around your throat lips feel heavy fang mark lingers there is a poison inside me slithers through our fingers
Tag: Art
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writers block took me out back and beat me with bats like office space. talked a lot of shit thought it would never happen to me been a rough few years. motivation, i find myself thinking about motivation, what motivates how to where when how to stay motivated, when the bats came swinging down i… Continue reading untitled 19
blue
not the person; i use to be now- when i see the ocean i know it's endless - the color blue, pops more locks the door drops the keys and dances her hands through crashing waves- the color blue her dress was see through deep blue- a raft of bamboo paddling an avenue to you… Continue reading blue
chicken pox
all fun and games until you start scratching; it'll bite back multiply find a way to exist
mayday
i don't know if i'll love the same i don't know if that's bad -i know we will find out -i know that's good
all of yesterday
pretty sure i've never done anything & today is the first day i drew breath the night before, the night before i gathered materials for a brisket that brisk evening we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk iced tea and a cigarette all of yesterday in smoke
moment’s notice
so you always cared or did you just want your ass ate.
myth
pray for me they keep talkin’ on me keep that mouth away from me. just a worldy wonder a monolith you leavin’ with filth leavin’ here real high, a -
peter pan
they said it's normal to feel behind; i'm just not used to chasing myself
two the nine
chances are i take a chance on myself for the first time; i can remember the bad bets they were never on the house someone else's & they went bust not this time ill gamble on this pair
Saint's Muse 