daniel-kenneth
American
"I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t." / Childish Gambino
it was the kind of winter that sits in your bones
the red house with the yellow door on the corner had too many holes
nobody spoke except to sigh and watch their breath float away
and the markets were bad, and the oil was expensive
the liquor flowed freely even though the bills were unpaid
they just hung over our heads, those silent monsters always present
but sprawled together on that grey couch we were at peace
and even if things weren't great, we made them good
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
everything is a circle
you've played this game for years
twelve, seventeen, twenty-five
it is all the same my dear
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
sitting outside the bar, chain smoking again
the clock just hit midnight, you've been here since ten
and you only came out, to see some old friends
but it seems they're just nowhere to be found
so you head back inside, settle your tab
make a joke about loneliness, with a maniacal laugh
and you hope and you pray, that things they could change
but you know it's a pipe dream, this life will remain
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
anger is red
hatred is black
love was white
i hate that you left
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
mixed signals and unclear intentions
no idea what either of us want
surreal nights you aren't sure are real
secrets you swear you've never told
intensely casual conversations
treatises on dying young and alone
you're somewhere out there away from me
and neither of us can go home
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
my dreams are suicidal
my nightmares are eternal
my bank account is empty
my house is not a home
my loved one did abandon me
my body it is failing me
my twenty first birthday is approaching
i just hope i'm not alone
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
3 years together, 6 months apart
feeling better than i ever have
but I've got this stupid heart
telling me that i love you
and deep down i know it's true
stuck now with regret and memories
wishing you still loved me too
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
chain smoking on the balcony with a Buddhist monk
not sure how i got here or where he is from
he talks about honesty and compassion and faith
and the girl that he married, that incredible earthquake
he looks at me and asks where i want to go
i tell him to tomorrow, and after that who knows
with a sigh and a smile he ashes and says
you keep living for tomorrow and eventually you're dead
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
there is a war for my mind
some debt, i have to satisfy
for 8 years i have lied in wait
while this monster sits, draining my strength
there is a dream in my mind
exactly what, i do not know
but i can't march forward and fight for it
while this army, it eyeballs my throne
there is a reckoning coming
one war, to start them all
either i will live or i will die
but in fear, i shall live no more
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
what's the point of good news if you have no one to share it with
what's the point of bad news if you have no one to bear it with
Zeus split us up eons ago when he saw our power
i just want you to come home
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC