I'm tired
Of trying to
Fit into a box
Which has no category

To belong
Is where I want
To begin

Isolated
Trauma state identity
Who cares
As long
As your grinning

I can't even
Do that anymore
I feel there's
No one out there
That remembers
My name

When I want
To collide with
My words
And unite

This feeling
Of guilt
Strengthens
My desire

****** up
As it sounds
No one
Does care

So why are they
Still FOLLOWING me
Everywhere

I got these feelings
I can't freely explain
One of explosion
One off uninting
And one I haven't
Even Sat fire in

But you're there
In all my belongings
In my etchings
My longing
My reminiscing

Is it wrong
That I dont truly
understand
What you
Mean to me

You mean
All The sunflowers
Wilted from the
Springs bleeding

And ice aroma
Crept up my nose
And I sneeze
Them away

Because you
Unearth me
Stepped foot
On my soil

I think you
Reached up
Before the
Roots grew here

Far off
In a constellation
Of galleries
You were
To me

Somewhere between
Sweet sunlight bliss
And a never-ending
Moonlite lust
For his
Beating blues
To kiss

I bargin for simplicity
Of life
To come and haunt me

Instead of dry
Dusty leaves
Stone temple
Voodoo curses

And late night
Sun rides

Do you want
To go under
The earth
With me

Or am I
A delinquent
Melody

Unchain me
Please

Gently go
Where it's unseen

Quiet please
If they see us
They'll sneeze

1-2-3
Hold your nose
You go first

Go under the sea
To a dark epiphany

Flowing with trees
Of ancestrial bleeding

Time and land
Misleading

Too common
The obsession
With meeting

Birthrights
In succession
Balanced confusion
Roots guided

Earth still
Breathing

We are all
Just proceeding

If we were graphiti
Youd still lie
On top of me

Tracing the after effects
Your breath marked across
My lips

Lit up
Like ecstasy lovers
Your mind incased
Something I'd soon
Discover

*******
Heroine
Never had a taste
As tempting
As your marijuana laced
Face

And the altitude
Words from you
Put me higher
And I won't
Stop penetrating
Your thoughts
Till I've had
My desire

You will
Be there
Covered in dripping gold

And I will stand under you
Chin up
Lips wide apart
Tasting you
FOREVER

Lovely
Don't you think?

F* my style
I don't
Have to
Rhym

Maybe I'm back there
Doing my time

In this room
Called attitude
You work me
Like a dime

I ain't gotta
Make money move
Just living
A hell of
A ride

Bittersweet
That's what you
Said to me

An epiphany
That's what you'll
Always be