I try and I try and I give and I give
Give so much homie that she lives at the crib
Wouldnt doubt it since she's wearing a bibb
Too childish, cant wait to put your love up for bid
No calls, no shows. An actress lives on
Standing left stage, an Olympic baton
Melodramatics is what you pass on
No hands, no grip, but it was already gone
Not for a moment I said I wasn't fateful
Gave you a bed to sleep in, be greatful
After dinners walk off and compliment "Great! Full!"
Why have I spun down this path so hateful?
As I left off, you left the table.
Memories of messages wondering about labels
Sweet on the top, thought I caught an angel
But from any angle, hail hits are still so painful.

Wide rolls, down the window, they're looking in
Away from the walls, lights off, **** i feel like i never win
But i have to realize, there's only 1 winner, the rest is his dinner
Pleasantly, things have foregone me from me reaching the desert
Am i the main course, or something sweet, (horrible) the dessert?
But i swerve right left,
Write from right to left til the words leave and i feel right
But not for anyone else, just me
Until the quill can only be written in blood for my will
In testament, i digest powers from the unknown
Where do they come from?
Spiritual in a Physical world
Mental in a Cultural world
Why do you all do that?
Descendents descend from the heavens and rise from hell
The ruse is over, we can break it all apart
No it's not a trap, everything can be turned around
This is no race way with a racecar going forever left
If that was right, i would have left this world a lot sooner
If that was true, blood will follow the heros and martyrs
If that was false, happiness would be the easiest thing to obtain
If that was left, then someone else will take it
Monotonous leaves me livid
And boom baps bang better because ******* love it
But why, we teach to love the intricate and shun the fundamentals
Uniqueness is slowly waning, more people popuate the world
They ask you, "how are you different?"
But I've been feeling the same
Since i was a little kid, since i had that big bib
Teeter totter on this stool, toes dangling off
Foreshadowing the rest of my body
But my shadow casts a bigger picture on the scene
Playing with the steering wheel on the highway
Letting go, and it going from left to right,
Ending up sideways
I do do it.
I need to cut it, out.

A man crashes a car into a billboard pole. He is alive because his seat belt performed perfectly on how it was designed, but now the billboard is there, teetering and falls onto his car as slowly as imaginably possible. Him seeing it, he fumbles with the seat belt, trying to become free. By his own luck. Shrapnel has jammed the seat belt in place. Now as he watches the billboard slowly edges ever closer to his car and his eventual death. He screams at the top of his lungs. After 2 minutes, that cry for help has gone to a whisper. Not a man's whisper, but his car's radiator steaming after being punctured and smashed by the billboard. He is now not only trapped by what first saved his life, but also between a car and a hard place. Slowly deteriorating, his muscles giving in.

I think of u when i listen to nirvana
I see you when i daydream to frank
I hear you all the ******* time any woman sings
Ed sheeran gets sadder than normal
Tylers fantasies become realities when im w/ u
***** this is love, why dont you understand
Why the **** do you push me out?
You say nice things abt me, the whole package
Ur brown eyes r the most beautiful thing to look into bc i love that ****
I see your fear, i can sense it too
Its not tht hard to know life is hard bby girl
Empathy will be the death of me
But ****, take a chance w/ a dude like me
U say i do rare **** like make you happy
You made me a ******* man
Let me help you become a ******* woman
**** they dont call my shoulder the sham-shoulder for nothing,
so its ok 2 shed a tear or 4

Anything?
You say I can write anything?
Doesn't that sound menacing
Can write about meddling?
Like medel working
Writing about working with bronze for a bronze medal in medal working writings?
But you did say I can write anything?
I can write a dot.
But would that make you all distraught
Cuz wouldn't that be breaking the rules and I got caught
Then putting me in a cell to rot
Because that's not what you sought
But you did say I can write anything
What if I wrote the rules
To reverse the angle and make you all look like tools
For giving me this freedom, I'll makes y'all look like fools
Because now I write the rules
I can write my own legacy
My own footnotes, thumbnails, header with a 3 paragraph body
My own legacy
Ecstasy
Effigy
Hierarchy
I'm *****
Fallacy
Prophecy
Literacy
But what if I don't write anything?
Anything at all?
Leave my pencil on the paper so someone can crumple it into a ball
Or something worse, they would scrall
All over MY paper, my power
Devour all of it's potential.
Hell no.
I've invested staring at this blank paper for an hour
Better get to writing
The-

The idea was to find you with plan A
But here we are on day Z
You're the only one, check the DNA
26 days, 2 away from February
Winter winds come and go
Flowers fly but daisies grow
Flowers like me die and go
Swept by the waves of egos
But you engrained in me
You're the one who planted the seed
To make me blossom into what you see
You, my beautiful Daisy

Dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword in the sky,
Or a man portrayed happier than what he should be waking up
It's 4:52 AM on a Spring day,
but this Spring you brought me something that withers.
A beautiful flower possessed by a fellow friend.
A best friend, that has moved on from the sheer connection of needing to see one another in a consistent fashion.
None the less, this time apart strengthened a bond between brothers.
I wondered why the sky cried at a time like this.
The thoughts of a pagan would only renounce it as the mourning of a beautiful soul leaving this prosperous earthly rock.
Into the cosmos to ping pong from celestials to share of a story only one human can.
I give my condolences to not only a growing young man, but to also your family and friends whom were also close to your mother.
My apologies if I sound like a broken record, but I am sincerely sorry for your loss.
For only the minimal amount of time I've met your mother, she's radiated of the finest qualities of any person I've ever met.
She was honestly an absolute jewel to be around, her laugh gave spirit, her humor gave comfortability.
If only I knew sooner of all these events happening, I wished could turn back the clock and be there by your side, supporting you all from the beginning.
I know these are tough times, I would just like to let you know, I am firmly here whenever you are in need.
Once again, I'd just want to say, my condolences. May love and peace stay upon you and your family.