#witing
For the love of god, write.
Write.
Write like all hell.
Write as if your heart is on
Fire, and the only way to quell it is to
Shoot
The
Flames
from your fingertips.
Your nerve-bitten nails &
****** ripped skin strips,
The papercut pains,
Have all been for this,
You
have
been
trained.
No sweeter burn,
No better hurt.
Write, **** you.
Write.
Nobody knows your story
As perfectly as you.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
We are beggars asking for scraps,
but our words are unheard because we don't
collect forged notes that never mean much
But hollow forgery's.
I will only give those worth the reading my cents
of truth.
Never false notes that seem worth on the outside.
But then you truly try to spend ,
knowing there merely worth less than the paper
there wrote upon
Cant we read a wet piece of in for its worth.
not for the forgery that
collects on the venom of who liked it before because they
viewed you without even a constructive
comment...
What I misspelled that, hats off thanks for the
constructive comment, not the book of consequences,
that flowed from a there, to a their?
yes my English is my first language,
but what I made a mistake but you want to witch hunt
my **** burn me on the mistake of grammar.
what I misspelled that, ooow,
I had a few beers but my muse kicked off,
and this is what I wrote, chill we ink. W elove what
we do, a release, a channel of anger.
For me its just my hobby, I like to ink what ever
falls from my finger sometimes I'm like of the limit,
but I still drive my words, even thought some swerve,
you understand where I'm coming from.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC