YOU DID IT. MWAHAHA.
hahaha its to funny i’m dying, the dudes face lol
I should’ve made a better one hahah
HAHAHAHA, that’s hillarious. (x
LOL I’m still like laughing to myself, and I posted it, it’s to much ahaha
I don’t usually get featured
but when I do, I prefer Dos Equi’s..
One More
In begging we defer
on deafened ears
and limped tone,
seen from heard mirrors
scaled from two stories,
bookmarks bent, creased
like walking on water
bending break, leaked
into worded sight, con
sunk into a slumber
drowning out conscience
buried deep in hands half,
tattooed hearts embark
through valleys open,
mountainous enclosure
slept off in dismay,
soaring limbs
we’re attuned
to chasms in serenity
caverns of hope in page,
Re-live senses failed,
tread in contained
squared in all composure,
I laugh in deep thought,
effortless to indexes
prick me from daydream,
from pure illusion,
I insist to inform.
We Don’t Need Titles
Insurmountable time exists
compatible journals tell of tale,
we’ve wiped from certainty
and tainted trivial commodities,
I critique to meet days end
loose-leaf noose’s hang my words
on necks dripping in useless ink,
so persistent and momentous
in a downward helix, rough draft
leaded potential in pens afloat,
why do i only see forward?
a deathbed in forgotten thought
submerge me beneath oceans in,
though I stay above resistance
I feel less deserving on tides watch,
respire between groggy eyes,
inspired between potent retries
pages infilled, scarred in approval,
posted in decadent consistency.
One A Go
These wars run rampart
lunging knees skinned in,
singed words in attend
break off in hyperbole
bleak, tempting
tracked in trapped grunt
lock-down in squared tow,
hooked and plunge, fallen
enabled, willing and labeled
your a bombshell,
Oh you’re a bombshell
trend in curve, suave
drawn behind outer rust
expanding your surface lust,
lofty camera lens impend
calmed set down to defuse,
fingers tinged for failure
shaken and tremble,
pucker up for one more,
we’re set to detonate.
I’m bare knuckle barred
hands bound in saluted,
chain vinyl oppressed
in chain linked aperture
shake me, fissure is weak
budge depth in proclamation,
deep dive into amended vein,
I swim in search of nothing
inclement dried in henna,
spoken in cuffed forearm
as I bleed overused words,
find me beating in puddles dry
extend clouds cry red in vain,
draw me free from fulcrum
progression slowed tempo
conducted in descent,
meet me in bravado,
these hands aren’t
what they used to be,
let me show you
what I mean.
Always
I’m within earshot
I know you hear me
calling you, whispering
don’t shy away
you can’t shy away
you won’t..
These walls
walls of me
echos of me
close in on you
embrace it
feel it
grasp it
clench it
squeeze it
suffocate it
suffocate me..
make me gasp
I don’t breathe
I can’t breathe
around you
my breathes
grow short
suffocate me..
suffocate me..
Pierce me
tear me down
hazelnut eyes
I’m weak
tear me down
break my walls
make me bleed
red cold blood
bleeding for you
kill me..
kill me..
make me beg for it
i want it
feel me crumble
in your hands
turn me into dust
you’ve done it
before..
(you’ve done it
before..)
now breathe
breathe
take me in
take it all
now you know
I’ll love you always
and forever..
Always..
Been here before,
grasp it from
top to bottom
take it, steal it
mask it, endure it
breathe it, make it
it’s happening
it happened
break it, risk it
taste it, love it
want it, have it
swallow it, need it
I didn’t mention,
I don’t need another
disappointment.
Damnnnn
No motivation to write lately
Restless upon waning
rested on rough elbows,
charred nights howling
bitter moon mist hazing,
I’ve drawn trickles
of sight, embezzled
in refracted shine,
moonshine coated
nights drunk in starred skies
scarred skies shown in show,
piece me in pipe
adrift in clouded vision,
drop me from faintness nigh
counter-clock reverse in tide,
rip me in ripples
fire me en scolded
one in nature,
I bask for dreamed substance
show me in rooted
timeless, eternal
boasted showers cycled,
begged to be one,
coursed in Earth’s
subtle game of
ring around the rosie.
Silence
In times
we listen to silence
stillness, muteness
we are
ear-less
to finding leisure
in restless shorelines
and wavy night skies
heard in gunshot
loud bang
sharp whistle
deafening silence
eyes
left breathless
fingers
appointed to hold
soundless
shredded sense
unheard
footless march
in met stars
connected
we hold tight
met in beauties grace
smiling sunsets
and ocean wave
speak much louder
to open hearts.
Perhaps, I’m A Writer
Perhaps I write in negative context,
my heart quarrels to the complexity
of a writers hand, tarnished stain
lead from transparent expression,
sentiment in sleep deprivation
and conned thought subjective.
Perhaps I write to much,
depicted slur in satisfaction,
veins flourish in ink-full
traces I beat lyric on papered line,
repetition through invoked mind,
repeat in doses, lobotomized
from modern society, stuck in
similar statement I plea to
overworked hands, suffered eyes
extract beauty from every corner
beauticians in the walks of life,
worded verse lingers on fingertips,
expose to detriment tangent
spewed until correctly assumed,
and spread in writers arithmetic,
needed on faded minds rest.
Perhaps if i found the heart of another
these hands would let go in desire,
break patterns unlocked in scatter
and trace her every inch and crevice,
I’d write my world into her hands,
her heart will be the resting place
of wet ink leaving it’s mark on love.
Perhaps I just write to write,
extended vocabulary inhibit
trajectory for open minds,
to test oneself in expression
to express without judgment,
Perhaps I just write to write..
Run of the Mill..
These nights make it easy to notice
the simple things we fail to grasp,
Inverted sights reveal,
swoon winds a gust
in motion
spewed
close-lined
transcend root ripped
in tree amended from
novel story plot line,
rewiring chapter
interiors closed
exteriors
of another similarity,
differences made in sickness
indifferent falsification,
everyone you know had
dropped from same skies,
in lies truth be told
undefined
defined and denied
twisted corrupt
fallen face first on
gardens of beauty and life,
trickled sunset dew
mist of revealing nature
high praise in smiles down
walkways filled in bottled china,
cabinets with rum and hand
clapped in applause
marked in self indulgence,
ungrateful in realism,
smitten by luxury deserved,
everyone is all the same.
