I’m tryna
Wrap my legs around your thoughts
You explain to me, your love, with
Definitive tongues
We converse in a dialect
Not so vocal
But
universal
We connect on a level you parallel to myself
Riding between the lines
We vibe on multiple dimensions
On the surface, 3rd and shallow
We slip down to deeper lands
He explores the wetter settings as i get to know his love
Efforts for the ungrateful
Busting my hump for what
In the end, it will better you as a person. Give without expecting. Be the best you can be, always.
But at some point, you’ll wonder where the efforts have gone
You’ll feel emotionally and mentally exhausted when all the constant efforts you put in to make things right, or better, or stable, don’t change a thing.
You’ll ask yourself, what’s it worth
When you are your best for somebody, and they don’t as much as try to be better for you, there’s a sense of loss due to the realization of a lack of mutual respect
Give it away like gold.
where they keep the happiness.
they talk about it like they’ve stretched valleys through shit and sewage, to get to this place
they go on about the deep, dark tunnel from which they’ve seen the light
i take in the sagas
and look to my right, and upwards, and all around me
pitch black and knee deep in the sewage.
i’ve still got a ways away.
For now, i can’t be ignorant to reality.
And the reality of my situation is, i’m out a house, i’m out a job, and i’m helpless as ever. I don’t know where i’m sleeping tonight, and i’ve brushed my teeth outdoors much too many times this week. My head’s been in the clouds, and reality’s hitting me hard.
To the dreamers: dream smart.
Living in a complicated world
So i smoke my herb
To let this world catch up with me
he has this ever-dawning effect on me
which puts me back from myself, and allows me to consider him first
he is happy
and somewhere in the midst of his pleasure, I find satisfaction
and when he’s hurting
I feel it in the same places
who would’ve known that a girl like me, so sovereign and staunch
could have such a toll taken by that, the atmosphere of a boy like you
but he must reside somewhere to the north of my unsuspicious mind
I flow with his eaves
because I am sensitive to him
I can’t stand how I turned out, some days
In any case, this is me
and I am woe
And on days like today, I miss elementary school.
the sun gets brighter
the line between the dark and light becomes more distinct
I stand on the division
and am comforted by the company
I am between the unaffected air and the incandescent warmth
we contemplate the universe
The white folk
Watch me smoke dope
Watch me toke on an open road
I walk slow for ‘em
It sucker punched us both
One two to the back of the head
It hit us like a boulder
And now i’m left to cope with the injury
As he copes with his own scars,
a million miles away
See you again wonderboy.
i use dark brown and dark blue
to dull you
no use
i coat you with oil layers
so you’re not so stuck on
i try my tricks, anyhow to distract myself
but still, there you are
standing at the top
stretching your eternal rays to every corner
of my spotless mind
The way you fit words together
Even when on a ramble about nothingness
It sounds poetic
Found in my pocket from who knows when.
“My thoughts— destructive. His love— destructive. The narcotics— destructive. I am an impending disaster.”
over some white wine and intelligent conversation
