I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back
I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below
All Us As Us For Us
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love
I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes