A stab for a word.
A shot in the dark.
We die for a look
trying to justify who we are.

With this incantation
this formula;
Action.
Reaction.

Let me choose my faction
Contradict this faith
Cause no one's contributing
To my collection plate

Imbued by escapades,
that gifted
my man,
his hood.

Protecting my pride
Portraying my promises
Pure or profane
For pleasures and pains

Pushed by pixels.  
Saline soaked tissues.
Rent, rats, respect, rules
Tend to tempt the next move.

Excuse the grime on my shoes,
the grim in my eyes
cause I can’t tell the consequence
of showcasing a kinder side

Attempts to make
Meticulous marvels
Molded from mountains
Mindful of the minds
That mind it

Something too much?
Recognition,
the request.
For some,
for most.
It may not matter
how meticulous was
our best.

So as a raging river
a mountain I'll tear down.
Now I see the wall
rodents made to keep me out.

Something too much.
Recognition.
The request.
For some,
For most,
It may not matter that
how meticulous
was our best.

I have perfect ideas

  lol, wrong shoe to fit.

My concepts are solid

as drywall bricks.

Yes, please bring us down

  What can you show?
  Misplaced trust.
  Bread crumbs,
  rust.

I have desire
this life came quick

  and you're the work no one missed
  always were,

But not be.
I fought my battles

  Fighting you mean

My point stands

  On foundations of lies
  I keep you from an Icarus demise.
  Grounded is good.

Whats wrong with the sky?

  Don't look too hard
  you know that's for those
  born
  with a god in sight

That was a choice.

  Cue, consequence.

****, conscience.

  No. Confidence.

I have a few,
like burning a good future.
Losing love
loving lots
spiraling in confusion.

Blinding rage,
petty sayings
a quiet vocal range.

Lackadaisical,
completely forgettable,
earn below the average joe.

I write,
I draw,
both subpar
I can't drive a car.

I can hide in a smile
lie with my eyes
and never really cry.

Overweight,
out of shape,
hoodie shaped,
never took a family break.

Mnm wants me to,
but never said I'd go far.
Won't ever date.
Usually believes in fate,
not holy gates.

my skillset so far.

8 secs,
to terminate
the world that I knew

8 secs slow
only need a small few
to establish this curfew
next to his curfew

your God,
he saw you,
happy with your ways
his forgiveness lets you live life your way

did you ask for mine ?
just killing time ?
break time; the status
forget our timeline

but I'd rather you be happy
just a weakness I have
you get used to the pain
after this many steps in vain

this will keep you happy
fall in love with your sunshine and rays
. . . . . . . .
took me more than 8 secs that day
to remember better days

keep that glow in your voice
while I bleed tears for every dot on this page