i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
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last day off
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
10 pm
the first night i stayed up hours after playing it back in my head on a projector & my eyes the bulbs every second didnt want to forget the smallest detail
an 11
today you walked with a goddess. did you tell her, tell her, tell him tell them. born a sun and we an idol worshipper- tell em, they can’t see themselves the way we do.
for twelve
just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
counterfeit queen
breakin’ Breaking in takin’ what’s outs please stay on all fours youre crazy. why would i stay here this was a dream here once upon a time now youre a rhyje on the dotted line dont bother reading in between you were fine A counterfeit queen.
night out
beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my throat like a choker- side to side fingers grinding under my earlobe “do you wanna get out of here” i dont remember where here was beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my coat miles ahead side to sife fingers in my hair “lets get… Continue reading night out
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it's not that i don't trust you i don't trust myself to see you for what you do not for what you say; every lie is a dime out of my pocket & out of ten- i came up short to pay for the next.
homeless boy
with all these roaming thoughts running wild in a field of pollen towards a wishing well singing simple as... the well joined in at the chorus and it's simple ass that
role play
your energy is a pint to my veins never enough; feeding my needs in a hand cup tied with loose handcuffs
Saint's Muse 