expectations laying on me
i need new things to think of
friends no longer a subject of we
these are me and mine to deal with
breaking down metaphysical
the physical weighing on my mental
expectations cluster around
magnify, see the visual
bad day mirror talk I can’t even look
straight
words fog up the headscape
steam rises please ventilate
too many lines I’m ahead of time
expectations turn the world into a drag race
i put petal to the metal yet i look down upon where my feet are placed
foot on the break
The car crumbles and shakes
Expectations destroy me
Nothing is achieved until i feel peace
yet my head and heart fall in pieces
Please expectations no need for this please
invest in the perception of freedom where expectations become the preachers
Abandonment is scary but it is a solution
We are all lost children
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Purple. Gold. Turnaround. Fade.
24.
Swish.
Black Mamba gone
All I can fathom is Clemente
City of Angels - City of Bridges
They rise - They fall
All of us come and go.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
happily giggling kids
contagious laughter
back into a bumper
it wasn’t funny
but they laughed away
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
Well R.I.P Mac Miller
A kid who walked the same streets as me
A kid who just came up on the scene
No one knew what he had been through
Except for the drug use he went through
Puncturing his veins
Now whenever people say his name, they will say it in vain.
Nothing will ever be the same, when I walk those streets today.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
One day I’ll tell you about the great rhinoceros
And how people killed it
And how I feel bad for it
For I feel more for the rhino than our spoiled kind
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
one has long hair
a dented smile
and reflective blue eyes he’s
a real-life version of a four-year old’s self-portrait-
Pencily, stick-figurey, and an infectious smile of innocence
two thinks with his heart
and channels it through laughter
a visual artist all the latter
skin like caramel
in the late summer
even etched in him are
tattoos of things that live
three is a bird
and my friends say that ironically
but i won’t
because he will fly
to the top of the sky
and will never look down on you
four is me
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
big bold and brown
they’re on the ground
again
autumn is knocking on august’s door
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Lately i’ve been facing a problem
which is most common for all of us
as if every hormone is like the sand tumbling through an hourglass, i am desperately chasing love
mind you i have boundaries but they are a fortress for my expectations
and this wall is sturdy and i deem it to be perfect in respect to my personal taste
my walls are wooden with a fine cherry finish, tall, sleek and daunting
i could even imagine the gate lowering over a trench like a jaw bridge
however a wall built from wood is not practical
if you were a raider or pillager i assume you would light my walls on fire
that’s one way to get them down.
My walls might be flawed but you could expect love to be as well because funny enough you would go through the flames of hell to reach that heaven who is she
and so something flammable is always prevalent within us and when we are desperate for feeling, fighting through fires musters our thirst
we become dry
we forget ourselves
we are highly flammable
it is unsafe to play with fire
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
go down to the shore
to do a job that is no chore
take a whiff of the mists
the river will give off a kiss
lots of love in and lots of love out
scraping the **** off the dock
awaiting each tick of the clock
and forget all that
for when the present comes into fold
be true to the stories the eyes behold
two ducks with their ducklings swimming along the shore
beholding the life of their world
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC