Sit at home and grow slime
Wash my hands just to **** time
When the space invaders come
Don’t think I’m out of line
I don’t answer my phone
I don’t have a spine
You don’t gotta tell me
It’s the same old rap
Go outside
I’d rather take a nap
Yeah yeah yeah
It’s the same old thing
Hang with them?
I’d rather do my own thing
I got a secret
Just ask
(I’m not crazy)
I (just) cast spells with seashells and spirits
(Don’t think I’m out of touch)
One day that **** will hit
And I won’t hear it
You don’t gotta tell me twice
I’ve heard it before
Read the signs
Leave packages at the door
Ok ok ok
I’ll see what I can do
But I’m not coming out
If I’m not in the mood
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 2:09 AM UTC
Got a great view out dollar store glasses,
2 bottles in the jacket front pocket,
one filled with water from the creek,
the other half full of fresh saffron dandelion tea,
keeping the stash box neat and clean,
right under the nose
dollar bill to quarters,
feel at home with a castle and a queen
surrounded by brick hoarders,
made of arcade architecture
built from the outside in,
eyes of aged plexiglass,
A and B buttons
mashed and cracked
melted and molded back
to skin, around Mario’s I-beams
turned to an animated skeleton,
heartbeats like ‘beep beeps’,
brain like a 256 Pac-Man **** screen,
sick with the down-left-back combo spin kick,
used a neat rubber band trick,
high score, top out the leaderboard,
then dipped,
1up for the two dead creps,
holes through the soles
and nothing up the sleeves
but two fingers up to the fashion police,
three letters on top
followed numbers that cause shock,
got a great view out dollar store glasses,
and always have quarters when the arcade kid passes
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 12:53 AM UTC
Kid grows up tricky
Drinking poison ink from the nib
But don’t blame the pen blame the kid
Never had anyone to break **** with
Anger worn on his sleeves bunched and twirled
“I H8 U” and **** The World”
So he found a way to show his need for it
Changed his mind about loneliness
Anything he can do to fit in
Goes from sharpie sXe on his hand
To wanting to smoke **** with the band in the back of the van
Never quite made it out of his head
Always felt like it got out of hand
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
I collected flowers in the sun when I was a kid
Just to watch ‘em die like a grinch
Now I find my way around in the dark
Run into childhood plants that have grown thorned bark
Wilting petals turn to shredded fingers
That pain lingers
Try to keep it out of a vase to stay alive
From fresh water
To no GMOs or pesticides
I feed my roots like the package suggests
Stem to leaves and **** the rest
Keep it natural regarding pest control
The best soul soil sold, owned
Moisture in the fold
Sun and shade
The fruits are gold
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
When the toxins took a stand
Leaving no man
Making plans
To make plans
Infiltrate morning when I wipe my eye
See the flowers clearly
On their blurred out ****** cry
Infection in the air
Wait, let me make a plan
Bandolier of alcohol sanitizer, masks and soup in a can
No no no
We can do better
Let’s make a plan
That stomach ache anxiety can’t disband
Pick everything that grows from the sand
Let’s make a plan
To bring food, a tent and artificial light
Tie the fire to a rope to a stick to a protection circle torchlight
Makeshift night spirit bout
When the sand runs out
We got a lot more salt
Keep it on the lowdown
Let’s make a plan
No it’s not a cult
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC
Hey now baby
I’ve got nothing to say
And even if I did
Would it ever make you stay
I’ve been running on empty
You’ve been hanging on luck
Waiting for the bottom to fall out
Just to get unstuck
You’ve climbed up
To the top of the hill
But I’m parked at the bottom
Snorting blood and pills
No matter how much you try
You’ll never drag me up
So let me lay in the dirt
While you play in the sky
Seeing that hope
Makes me so mad
I know it’s sick
That’s why it hurts so bad
Let me explore the dirt
Because I can’t take
Exploring your eyes
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
I’m alone but not
By myself
The ghosts followed me home
To the wind I thought
Were whispering trees
Truly whispered to me
So the ghosts stay
Usually in the corners
Out of the lights
So I keep the lights low
Usually with scarves
Covering the lampshade
I don’t want them to feel unwelcome
In their own home
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
maybe youre in the sky
or maybe youre in the dust
but wherever youll be
you always have my love
I saw you shaking laying there
I put my head on you and whisper in your ear
But at this point I just hope
You know Im there
in a flash I have you
With your head in my hands
on a doctor office bench
shaking, confused, dizzy, scared, tense
not knowing where you are
and i cant comprehend
then i felt your neck relax
i knew what it meant
no turning back
what should have been relief
was a panic attack
and the stethoscope said
i will never get you back
i love you; im so sorry
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck if this is for the best do it to me too
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
I have no one to play too
So I'll sing to the moon
She comes out slowly
But has a smile
When the clock shows opposite noon
I know she can't stay
It's like a cruelty
Fades away slow
Almost like she's mocking me
Before time to think
Got sun in my eyes
Know this feeling well
Time to close the blinds
Look up numbers on a list I keep
All disconnected, busy or " answer after the beep "
With nothing to say
Can't get to sleep
And a need to speak
Let's see what I can get in
Before the second beep
Half way between silence and cacophony
Empty my mind into a machine
Set for automatic delete
And that's the last they would've heard from me
Cause I have no one to play too
So I'll sing to the moon
I better start now
She'll be gone again soon
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Good luck to all and everyone here
Because reaching for the stars was never quite clear
No title or description, just a three word mission
More like a word of advice
"Don't get hurt" and watch yourself slide
Everything I got show over your head
Going to look for it may render you dead
So just keep right there sitting
With that blank look on your face
Like someone somewhere will help
You finish the race
And all I can say is God speed
And God bless and watch out for that hallow design
When you tread with heavy feet,
Mind the signs
"Watch your step" "thin ice" "There's a bump in the road"
All put up to help you get where you need to go
But those thoughts weigh more
Then you were expecting to believe
And you'll never make up the ground
You don't even have a place to stand
No little place to call your own
No place to warm your feet
Or lift you off of the street
Or give you a pause to call it home
Just a "Do me one better" and a
"forgive her or forget her"
Or a cross over the heart and
A promise from the blind
That you'll get your wits back in due time
And keep the things the way they aught to be
This status quo **** so quickly taught to me,
Talking too fast to have time to disagree
So I'll just stay here with the ink left in my pen
Let it bleed out with the stories that it wants to send
I'll open up- Read the lines behind the black, poured out like that.
Because I'm manic in a moment
A loose cannon you might say
One brick shy and two minutes too late
Tastelessly obsessed with a new kind of mess
Tangled up, twisted and lost in total direst
Blank minded thoughts and directionless flaunts
Point me the way back to the west
New aged grooves are the next big thing
Too poor-a boy to buy my baby a diamond ring
So I'll just sit here to pass the time
Write my stories to explain the rhyme
The situation to fill up my gut with complication
A matter of patience, prefaced with-
I do not possess
A position of authority dealt to me with a weighted deck
The house rules say I'm no winner today
Let me know my place
When they empty my pockets with gestures of graciousness
Leave me empty handed, empty headed
Empty belly and empty soul
Urging to come back for the next roll
A heart filled with a new world consciousness
Sinking my drinks for a two minute connection
Lucky as a new star in the sky
I'll keep my distance as I watch you shine
From so far away it only seems OK
When I couldn't make out the blood stain
In the corner of your eye
That for so long you stumbled upon a new kind of credit
Relax and you'll forget it
So you keep it tense,
And full of drama
Backing it up and keep it caught
Loosen your grip and it will slip
From the corner it is barred in
Trapped, Backed to the point, inverted totalerian
Sub terrain, below the grid where we once played the game
There are a thousand little things
All mixed together
One on top of one on top of one on top of the other
Belief in God
Hate for your father
Knowledge of love
Talking to your brother
Failed business plans
Failed to your mother
Finishes gone aerie
And deprivation of air
Going belly up
Digging threw the junk
That made your life something,
Or more then a nameless lump
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC