Too Long? Too wrong?
It's been too long, since I've stood on my right leg?
That's too wrong?
How bout It's been too long a time that I've had to hide that im not strong and i fly blind?
That every occasion.
Yes, I insist, every situation
In which I lower my hat, Ya'll swing the bat and persist to blow my mind,
Obliteration!
The **** did i do for such condemnation and damnation from my elder generation?!
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
Whips of wind
L A s H e D !
C
r. o s
s
my face
As i puffed the stuff..
that heater haze.
I coulnd't keep my gaze from slinkin'
through the gnarled limbs-
utrla lime laced, clean like kelp-
at the green that cows
graze.
Why'm I pondering
our bitter, yet sweeter
days?
The mighty, whistling wind
huffs away the scarlet face of sin.
Wisps away
all trace of the demons floating in my double cupped Gin.
"Remember those times"
the sluggish, drugged air sung to me.
"When un-honeyed honesty between you and your Queen was no crime?"
It's more than true that i do!
I miss my boo, and the way she clung to who she thought was me..
As i hummed her a sweet, unique melody.
Even so, it was i who unstuck the glue
between us, unscrewed the bolts of our coffin.
I had too! I had to sacrifice.
Cause if I didn't, the smell of her sautéeing, seasoned skin will keep me up all night like starving mice.
It was me who dug up our scrawny skeletons for brawny hellathens to see.
and.. i'll be the bearer of blame for Mary Jane Pain being her name.
Maybe i'm the reason why in the change of season,
her being began wheezin' and coughin' often.
Mary Jane..
maybe im the reason why you ceased to exist on our plane.
Lord knows i'm sorry.
I can't properly explain the reasons for my treason.
Just know, to survive the seasons,
i had to weaken your defense..
Grow lemons from your leaves.
Mary jane..
your roses may be dead, but they give me life.
Your thorns
sharp and round like horns,
make me bleed.
But proud i am, to embrace the loud scorn in their wake.
Mary Jane, forgive me.
Not only for my woeful heart, but your glowing, flowing inner soul.
Don't let in the cancer soaked sand just for Satan's sake.
Hate. Hate! Hate!
He wants you to marinate in it so your essence can roast in flames of Afterlife's lake
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 11:21 PM UTC
I can feel your eyes on me.
Keep your got **** eyes off me.
Unless you want me to be..
The insidious, hideous monster of your dreams.
I promise my walk ain't what it seems.
I'm not as short and sweet, i've got flat feet, and my seams
Arent stitched properly.
So before you stake your claim on my property,
Make sure you're ready to be led
To my sly, lie-ridden sin of a bed.
promise not to pop when the broil boils to a head.
Know: no I won't beg to climb on top your leg.
I'm not your pet.
Do i look like a Pug?
i'll find another mind to be the plug
to my outlet
If you won't be my drug.
You'll find no one to supply
the pleasure your body fights to deny.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 2:38 AM UTC
When I'm with you, red
veers into blues.
I'll forever cherish you for the way you
p u f f the grey thunder
away.
How you guided my vision
to a path of good decisions
and clearer,
brighter views.
Say the buds of our love will not wilt..
Will not perish.
Say you'll never
cease to hold ghosts
of my secluded skeletal spiders at bay.
Hot-orange thunderbolts of my anger.. dissipate
in the calm of
your brilliantly brown shores
and sapphire water.
There's not a doubt in my mind.
You belong with me.
We're a perfect match.
Separation. wouldn't fit well on us. let's never split the banana.
We both know that'd end aweful!
I belong on you
like the red suit
and black boots on Santa.
I belong on you
like honey on a waffle.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
I whispered a wailing wish
To my lucky..
dinning plate
and tender dinner fish.
The hour was considerably late
As i Authentically, humbly asked it to
see fit to spare me
From audibly witnessing the
despairity
Of the self tortured soul downstairs from me and my
golden rarity:
My solid,
reputable knowledge
and third eye which
I utilize to reveal what other's desperately veil.
I behold to the the green-red soul opportunity not to befriend the muddy,
money-hungry troll.
Gave reason to not fall and be forced to reside in the toxic water, too.
I cried to her that i can sense the canibal troll's thirst, and how she feeds from demise.
How she skips no beat, to wolfishly, ruthlessly eat the skin and meat of those lacking a strong
moral physique.
My floating inner eye..
Is immune to the potency of her blinds.
I know what lies behind her curtains.
Her home isn't as chrome as it seems,
that's for ..
certain.
She's missing the necessary heart..
foundation of loyalty..
love!
I've long ago
warned
the worn, scorned soul to beware, take heed.
Never to doubt that Mrs. Cannibal Lector wouldn't backstab herself
Just to feed..
The face of her wooden shelf.
A space reserved for designer's grace.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
Ladies, fire up your brains, let your thoughts ignite.
If you don't, you'll start to dread being a shadow in the light.
Mount aboard... Let your brain drive you to the gain train.
Mount aboard..Let your brain
drive you to the gain train.
Petty pessimists are going to color your grey matter as insane, of course.
but they'll mimic your moves
once they see
what you gain from your course.
When you conquer all obstacles blocking your tracks..
And you'll ride higher than cowboys on horseback.
All you need is vision
embedded in your memory.
Deploy your knowledge..
and the beast of life is
Conquered, slain.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC
Elemental, sentimental.
quick to strum a riff
present with the melodies of
'ntentionally Unconventional
one of a kind mentality.
Yes, yes! Bless such a clutz
but meaninful much..
of a gift.
Personal, immersional.
thumbs drum up a soul-
hearty tune
makes one want to
howl
to the
moon.
Just as I did.. while the
salty ink slipped down
my cheek into my
pensive pen. Truly,
scribe from me is written
by my tribe
from within.
'T'is why.. seems to ring.. sing as i close my eyelids,
and surrender to the coiling cursive.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
Ropes of temptation
for pineapple tea
and meditation
Extend their reach.
Sensation, a denial I cannot afford;
Self and shadow, a silent accord.
The mirror cracks,
the selves converge;
One soul's tide..
a rising surge.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
leaves blush then drift,
down with acorns tumbling,
Toward quiet slumber
The evening air grows cool
i watch the path all alone
All alone
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
the circuit breaker
flickers a warning sign now.
Power fails to flow
a digital heart beat drops short
Static in the air,
a silent screen hums
reboot this broken world now
the system needs a reset
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC