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TW Mar 14
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.
If we ever figure out how to download someone's brain into a computer, the first thing I'll do is get my gameboy out :)
TW Mar 9
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 grab a drink 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.
Had some rough times and I'm just feeling pretty grateful and appreciative of all my friends now.
TW Mar 8
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.
TW Feb 15
Hello, it's me again,
I'm about to shift the sea again,
And right now, I just need to vent,
If I put it in a letter, would you read it then?

I'm trying to make you notice me, that's why I shake and crash the seas,
Call it misguided, but you could never call it apathy,
Baby just come back to me and we can live a happily-ever-after,
Until we leave a crater of stardust,
Mapping out your patterns of apogees, and trajectory,
I know you follow him, but I'll never let it get to me,
I believe in destiny, we're meant to reconnect someday,
We ought to be together, so I'll always set an extra place,
I'll orbit you forever like a ship in a whirlpool,
I've been with outer space, need a bit of the Earth too.
A valentine from the moon to the Earth
TW Feb 8
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.
TW Feb 7
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.
TW Feb 2
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, ***** 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.
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