Painting with depressions
Forces us to see
Even the sweetest blues
Bleed red

Weird things,
trigger my poetry.

Weird things, weird rhymes.

Weird dreams, that get the best of me.
Weird meaning, weird time.

You can never get the full effect,
unless,
you hear me reading it out loud.

From the heart and from the soul.

You can never know where the
emphasis

Comes from.

Or where it goes.

I like to look at life in perspective.

I'm not getting old I just feel old.

I grew up in a time period where hopscotch became snake became snake became Ipods.

Hands became tripods became selfie sticks.

I am young and I am old.
It all depends on who you ask.

For now I would just like to bask in the youth I still have.

Because bet your *** in a few years from now I'll be looking back on tonight in spite at how much time I once had.