What is the point I care Too much Too deeply I have a purpose And then I don’t I look in the mirror And all I see Is a girl who grew up and out of a fantasy She’s pale and detached Plump yet broken She can’t tell her age anymore She’s just ancient Half expecting her face to ***** and melt into the tile
Part of her is alive and full of rage Passion
The other is trapped in a cage A dungeon of fear Pleading for the easy way out It wants to scuttle into the shadows dissipate into the forgotten Constantly these two creatures are flicked on and off On And off A light show of indecisive ideas serenading a seizure to creep forth and calm the losing battle but then... The power goes out .... And whats left?
Numb and chilled on ice I splice my own legacy for identification... My mannerisms mated early and crafted a cataclysmic contradiction Impatient to erupt Archaic down to the marrow I whither in Seattle’s freeze of Grey detachment
I’m sick of the lies I’m sick of the guise Be an ******* to my face you ******* Cut me out like a man Don’t ****** walk away like I did you wrong I’ve given you nothing but love from the beginning and you snap it back in my face *****, I can your disgrace and this race of ungrateful haste should rethink their approach in the presence of a kind heart and unwavering loyalty boy, you pushed me to the edge and so I pledge to never trust a soul cuz this tossing and turning in yearning cuts deep and I don’t get enough sleep so count your sheep and be gone without a peep you ******* creep I’m too real to pretend In a world of fake embellishments to conceal god’s embroidery I really thought you’d mean more to me but you blend n bend just like the rest and to me you’re just a guest so save me the best As I attest to never rest my pen for a pimpled partridge laced to dance to the tune we all know is rehearsed I’m different I see your past I see your essence I know your actions before you make them and lemme tell you I could sell you here and now but you wouldn’t be worth it. Don’t name me n game me like your dame to-be cuz I hear your hesitation and bruises look like ******* on wanna be bad boys **** all that noise I’ve done that **** I’ve lived that life And I can play ***** less flirty and more wordy than a whole gurney of **** with no praise for your plug’s percocet purse you’re tryna nurse cuz no curse will salvage a sick man’s mind Next time, don’t even bother hittin me up for a quick **** cuz you blew that chance a long time ago and I’d have to be on twice the amount of **** I was on then to ******* now Ha! Like you’d even know how! I’ve seen your hickeys of conquests Do you think I’m blind? And that shows you’ve still gotta brag boy, I’ve ****** your whole family with out a scratch so catch a disease cuz you’ll never please between my knees You were beneath me from the beginning But I gave you the doubt And still you’d rather smash for the clout cuz your way out of this drought are delusions of grandeur not credible candor
A box of shadows lies dormant in a cluttered altar Seething in circuitous rage it ravages for a state of tranquility Clinging to clichés it finds a familiar maze of cognition to pace Crunch Time Crunch Less of it... A prosaic necrosis leeching at the lungs of the pure until the labyrinth halts and coughs for another chance to die But there A smile permeates the glass of the half empty and the being forges on in the wish of a kiss beyond birth But no one could want such a putrescent jinn A miscegenation of indolence and desperation half-cocked to quake at the cackle of a shred of hope... Her illiterate alliterations go as far as a pebble into the deep where once She found her depths
Unfinished as always. Been a long while since I posted.
It may be sunny but I'm drowsy in ecstasy with my brown bear sittin next to me perplexed with he she texted the but after regrets the deed remembering to hed her heart put that too good love back in the cart and switch to art cuz passionate progressions always fall apart Press restart.
Night rhymes commit mind crimes with ah spiced line, and some white wine, like its prime time, to slam dunk a ***** off your bucket list hittin 106 lookin sun-kissed in Seattle's mist catch me singein mah self I'm in such crucial stealth gotta prove your wealth when you're on this shelf get him gushin in gravey like I dare you to taste me...