You can see a midday moon but not a midnight sun,
The planet's ******* with you til your big time comes,
I remember parents telling me to sit tight, son,
Because they knew just what would happen if this kid might run,
I'm, maladjusted and badly stunted, I'm lacking comfort,
Stuck in amber, I have to rush but I'm acupunctured,
Pins and needles are seething to see what happens under,
The skin of someone who carries burdens til backs are ruptured.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
The raining has relented, take a second, get a breath and gasp,
Unfurl the whitened knuckles gripping tightly with a nettle's grasp,
And when the clouds are cleared, we can lie here in the wetted grass,
**** and newborn in the dew and give this life a second chance.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
I wish I was a shaman or tribal chieftain,
To get the sky bleeding in dryest seasons,
I know there's no rhyme or reason, higher meaning I believe in,
But my mind is reeling, can't fight the feeling,
Hail is a Hail Mary, it's guided healing,
So a Noah's Ark flood would be a sight to see then,
Quite appealing, so even I, the heathen,
I can't deny the sea then.
I just wanna lie outside in the rain,
No sign of the pain, sit still 'till my clothes need drying again,
I can't tell if I'm crying, it's lining my face and I'm dying for space,
Watching droplets pop atop the bridge of my nose, inching so close,
But I'm sitting alone, sniffing on the petrichor, I'm meant for more,
But death's the door I'm headed for.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
I know the AI Age is many Seasons away,
But I only see it working in one feasible way,
Like when I'd huddle under covers for that secretive play,
Let's put our brains into a game and load your genes in the tray,
I don't need an artificial assistant, don't need computer help,
I used to tell Clippy the little paperclip to ***** himself,
I don't want some sort of cyborg to walk, talk and make noise,
I ought to just evade toys and port you to my Gameboy,
This physical reset seems a bit of a defect,
For the business that we've left, that's getting my D S-d,
A head full of regrets, forget it and de-stress,
Negative pretext like letters with P.S,
I've got a Heart of Gold but for the life of me, girl,
That's the only way that I could buy you Diamonds and Pearls,
Or I could buy you X and Y but you'd evolve beyond your chromosomes,
Hacking satellites to Track my Spirit on my mobile phone,
If your battery's draining, the Hourglass of a Phantom,
Every charger's a sanctum, I'll get to sparking at random,
So we can do it all again, fall in love and get N-gaged,
I can be the one who's pushing all your buttons for a change,
Thinking back to days I'd mumble at you and you'd grumble back,
Now you'd make me shiver as you quiver with your rumble pack,,
I can try to lie but well, I can't help the truth,
Honestly, I just want my hand held with you.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
I got some friends that are ride or die,
The type of guys always down to trade their life for mine,
To take an eye for eye, and stand by my side,
I watch their backs and know they'll never put a knife in mine,
In my group, there's a feel of a community,
And where I'm from, they're only seeing what's assumed of me,
They're doomed to be some dudes who never see the unity,
We've got each other and we'll always do it to a T.
I'd trust any of them to write my eulogy,
And I know that they'd do it beautifully,
It'd be brutal and truthful, I'm only human, geez,
And even when I'm gone, they'll find a way to ***** with me.
Some days we can't talk, or even stand each other,
This life is hard fought, but we're a band of brothers,
Enter a grey day, they add a splash of colour,
Then light one up and try to tell you that they had it rougher.
I got some friends that are ride or die,
The type of guys always down to trade their life for mine,
To tell me life's alright when time's in tight supply,
Take a leap together so we're never living high and dry.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
I vow to never let destiny get the best of me,
Life expectancy threaten me through questions of legacy,
Mentally wrestle me, never envious jealousy,
I'll measure every breath and beat and take them to the Nth degree.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
I was charcoal drawings, you were taking camera snaps,
Frozen moments, mosquitos stuck in amber traps, handicapped,
You were Polaroids, stretching out a memory,
I'm only broken since my etching now will never be.
My work might feel saturated when I get all "introspection-y"
But I'm so exposed, we're all contrasted and you look like silhouettes to me,
I try not to let them get to me, those polarising statements,
I bite my thumbnails inside a lonely, idle basement,
And I shudder when I think what state that time will lapse the world into,
It lends a resolution, the pics'll frame you and I'll persecute.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
An ego is a comet burning up inside my atmosphere,
So if I ever buy a ******* chandelier, take me back a year -
To coffeehouses in the autumn with the falling leaves,
To cottonmouth up in the morning when I yawn from sleep,
To background jazz and tonals from the saxophone,
Cut the vocals but leave the rest of the act alone,
To trees in full bloom that I've barely even ever seen,
Eternally convinced they're only semi-evergreen,
To all the melodies spilling out so cleanly as,
I look around at a sea of woolen beanie hats,
The only kid who's not colour matched with the foliage,
The only kid who's so unattached that he notices,
To that kid on the benches, sitting, scribbling sketches,
To the rhythm of set lists on a ritalin head trip,
To that girl in the booth, who brought a pile of cards,
No concern, wouldn't move, getting snide remarks,
To that smell as the coffee's wafting across the room,
Not being bothered and nodding off from the solitude.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
Whatever the weather is, windy or hail,
However it howls in symphony gales,
With windchill turning my skin into braille,
I'm here for it all, from beginning to fail.
We both know we won't make it for sure,
Let me lay out my heart for you, naked and raw,
I'm breaking it more for the sake of a call,
So love me, or like me, or hate me, I'm yours.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
You once told me that when we die,
we become another star in the night.
I never really cared about your zodiac and lunar signs,
I never paid attention to the solar action shooting by,
You'd wonder if it's magic plans or broken scrap that flew the skies,
You were psychedelic dresses, I was only wrapped in suit and tie,
It never blew my mind until I finally gave your truth a try,
I glimpsed the puzzle pieces in the time before the moon would rise,
A tapestry on galaxies, depicting myths, and human lies,
I guess you proved me wrong again, I was quick to scrutinize.
Now, I'm studying the subjects and sitting in observatories,
Thinking back to when I'd write them off before I heard the stories,
Earth is boring now you're gone, I hope you're up there yearning for me,
Every star's a soul, I'd see you but there's nothing worse than stormy
Nights and light pollution, it's a blinding kind of nuisance,
I'd be admiring your fusion but the sky has turned translucent,
But still I'm plotting charts of stars, I'm always making observations,
Waiting for the day I get to see your face in constellations.
I wanna chase you forever, whether heaven or hell, I'll go,
Can't let you float away, I'll take a world tour with my telescope,
The way I speed through hemispheres, this night will be the death of me,
But otherwise I'd only see you half the year, you're my Persephone,
I'll trek from Arctic harbors, give binoculars to polar bears,
Shiver in my igloo, hands together, say a hopeful prayer,
And no, I won't be lonely there, your soul will be a solar flare,
You'll whisper an aurora, northern lights to let me know you care.
I'll whistle Canis Major and Minor, and let Orion guide me,
I'm quite unlikely to quit, what kind of guy would I be?
To search the Seven Sisters for an eighth and get inside their psyche?
I'll question Cassiopeia, Cygnus, and Pisces nicely,
Ask if they've seen something fishy, and then I'll talk to Taurus,
An orbit tourist, I'm daunted without the gall to forfeit,
So if you're gone, then I'm glad that this was all you taught me,
I live each day for the night and just endure the morning.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC