#improved
Breathe in, breathe out
the pain is all the same.
Faith stained, i'm not the same
Yet people choose to believe in me.
Why?
Meaner, Darker
Could care less about the feelings.
You let the past get in the way,
critique for the way I recover.
So?
Am i void and empty?
Simply because i'm not pretty inside
have I disappointed your old reflection?
I'm actually good. I can't help it if you're tilted.
Before.
bright and bold, Loved by everybody.
Made mistakes that penetrated deep
but now standing before you
redesign, a newer model.
Cold.
Me. You. It's still the same
Hard times, times are troubled
Shield themselves to save the truth
Run. Gun.
Metaphorically.
Strong and confident, in and out
Bare and hallow leaves a mark
With every breath I still hurt
don't toy with it.
I'm done.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
I come from paint
And tangled words
I come from shouting
And whispers
I come from the sketches
And vibrant thoughts
Strokes of chroma
And artistry
I come from the salt of every ocean
From blazing fire
And summer storms
From the rock of Jupiter
I am an improved form,
Assembled,
Of the materials,
Of anything I decide.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
When the old me died
I never cried
If you're wondering why
Because I was the guy
That murdered him
Before anyone on Earth
had heard of him
Knocked his head clean off
Yes sir, I turtled him
While waiting on vultures
and buzzards to start circling
I updated my app
To run the latest version
It's working and to be honest
It was totally worth it
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC