#transpire
I was running down,
This sloppy hill, at dawn.
Where trees were inverted,
Leaves and roots—upside,down
A scorch I felt,
Under nature's belt.
Flames of sloppy rage,
Transpire with the corrupt age.
The scorch, now gone,
A wound, on me, lone.
Lone I was running down,
Wearing the dusty, broken crown.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire
I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier
My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire
Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier
And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher
I know exactly what's about to transpire
Yet I always make it worse, never better
Like a water geyser to a grease fire
I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier
Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire
When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver
There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire
©2024
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC
Not feeling feeling
Cut myself out from the box of pain
Coasting through
Fixating ***** it up
Just getting by
Taking a moment with the sky
Saying hi
It’s cool to be here
Visualizing what I desire
I want more
I want so much more
Than what we had together
Taking risks to risk it
All or nothing business
We only get this moment once
Embrace each one
Even pain has purpose
The beauty that comes from it explains its worthiness
sadness should transpire into art
Utilize it
As long as we are living
Truly living
I promise to pen these bubbling words
And paint pain
To the end
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
I inspire
I won’t expire
I transcend
I won’t descend
Aspire to transpire
Make pages
In His Story
Make a name
That won’t fade
Through the ages
And paint your images
With full colors
That time can’t erase
Mount your fears
And they will take you far
Like a feather
Blown by the wind
Fear is the weakness
It cripples your mind
And weakens your faith
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
they linger tease and deride
tugging and pulling at my heart
the pieces may come apart
sometimes they don't transpire
yet they keep me ......
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my creative thoughts......
They
Hang on threads
In my brain
Nagging just annoying me
Knotting and tangling up
In tight knots causing
Normal feelings that got me
Going insane.....
......nope not me ....
.... I'm Just....
T--H--I--N--K--I--N--G
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC