#slumped
I ain't got no signal,
to tell your boys that
your shallow, shallow graved
beyond that your silent and I
throw gravel of silent
words over your face.
what that's all your worth.
I ain't got no signal to #hashtag
you been died
after I shot you full
of body shots of verbal body shocks..
I never got your followers on my phone cos
flakiness doesn't get followed but
just shallow graved.
I poured water over you, cos a cap isn't worth
finishing you off,
na my words collateral damage
on your form your slumped
blooded but no blood falling.
You need to realise you haven't got a shoot off,
and your riddled with insecurities that
you and yours will have to either
be buried in shallow graves or respect my
word around town.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:24 PM UTC
On a swing of deadened wood she would
Swing, holding upon these slender ropes of thorn.
Piercing onto flesh, but always held on as
Though to fall, but tears bleed from this motion.
Back and forth, white became red as a head
Slumped forward and motions carried on as hand frim.
This dead wood sat upon a rope of thorns
Motioning the seeping tide that with each gesture flowed.
Grasping fingers ridged as these swings, each
With heads slumped, bleed a little and swung always evermore .
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC