You said you were the blunt,
smoking others like
                              they smoke,
  But you never inhaled back.

All smoke and now
                                 blunt rhymes.

You all gesture, hanging out with
your boys always behind
                       never up front.  
                    

Missing in the pictures, short ****
                              behind the trees.  

I'll exhale in your face choking you
out on reality that your lost in the
                                                smoke.

No one will ever be above you,
as your always looked down upon.
     Short **** blunt rhymed hack.

lets be blunt, not the smog,  but the facts.
                       that I'll alway smoke you...

I die each time.

Rug floor.
Her Eyes.
Cosmic.
But homemade.
Satin.
& lived in.
I heard the sound.
Whispered.
Sent for.
Invitations.
For the heads.
& Sick.
With grief from the lips.



Garrett Johnson.

I am down and out.

I stay in my safe place.

I try to convince myself I’m not hiding

In fact I hide because I’m afraid

Afraid of things I’ll do if I go out.

I’m so strong but right now I’m nothing.

I feel like the world is suffocating me

No one understands, they can’t cope

When I am not myself.

I carry everything I smile I talk.

When I don’t people flee they disappear

Where are my people, I need you

I’m trying but I feel tied down.

Everything hurts everything doesn’t make sense.

I can’t be strong all the time.

I am not. I feel down and I feel like escaping.

The first lesson of life
is to tie your shoe laces.

That way life cant
  unexpectedly trip you up

when you
          
                          least expect it.