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.
Tag: Power
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
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
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
dented cars
this hurts everything everyone's pain shattered glass through a weakened heart; only so long before the world fires back what will be left to call home if if it ever was
trey
two months ago they threw us in cages locked away the key hidden under under nothing, floating concepts thin layer of blue fabric and six feet apart. two months ago we had to re learn what was important how to live self sufficiently
Saint's Muse 