You called out my addiction like my first
name was prescription, getting hanged by
Mr. Holding on to my last breath like death
was upon me, I was scalding looking for
ways to put out the flames but I was over
charging, hoping one day my scars that
bathed my back would be seen; like a slave
who smelled the leather across its skin
where do I begin, the sins were embedded
in my tissue, thinking that each whip was
inhumane because my soul was too much
to be detained, I wasn’t pouring in to
myself, missing out on ways that defined
my health, a soul crippling cause I couldn’t
see my wealth, I dealt with my shadows
and empty out a well, a space echoed out a
yell like a beast that was trapped in a cell;
peering into the water that was only knee
deep I saw the imprisoned truth that I set
lose so that pebble wouldn’t ricochet
against me, getting goosebumps I escaped
the noose, I reconstructed my foundation
and catered to the inner me that I grown too
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Figure skating around these acres, I spark a
match to an incense and let these intrusive
thoughts be diminished; channeling my
inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was
creating with source, Finding out who the
greatest, I didn’t know the role was taken;
but I’m still animated, while I put these
pieces in rotation holding one hand out the
matrix; I got a piece to line out these
annotations, while waiting on a collect call
from the galactic federation, staying in tune
the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like
balboa, I ain't no street soldier but I keep
my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to
blast on any composer who show up like a
controller; hold up I run with the
Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth
seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break
even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle
and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire
breather, giving my sixth sense like this the
Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be
a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an
American title, I give grace to each space
upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m
ashing out the ashes to the incense while
opening my eyes from the temple I stepped
in
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
It’s funny how you had me run to your
needs and everything I did it was with
ease, no time to sit back because I was on
your track so if it derailed I knew how to
bounce back, it wasn’t fated or in no
contract I just knew your soul was reading
my context, ever so lifted engraved with
transition full of life and always in the
distance; you filled my days with ignition,
simplistic with intentions but not gathered
by good decisions, we parted ways when
Moses split the sea leaving thoughts behind
as if you were a daydream, a cutoff to the
main stream but I reopened up those doors
like a dam who was in need, refreshing
with a lesson but filled those pages with
wages and empty spaces for me to erase,
create and fill a void that ached with greed,
I knew life would prevail I stood my
ground and watch the ocean exhaled with a
stare that came in like a seclusion hoping
you weren’t the reason I was choosing
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC