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: Truth
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.
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
late night dip
i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.
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.
blurred line
i don't play make believe i make you believe that this shit is real
breaking news
category five; i don't remember what you look like just how you made me feel, invisible got away with murder it just followed me every left turn until it was right
my hero said
you want to be a hero a cape in a closet a mask at the playground jumping off a plastic slide flying like a swing the bad guys weren't present
Saint's Muse 