a swing, a sway, a death today
time ticks faster than April is to May
names of a couple kids sent out to play
demons surrounded
by playgrounds & construction
life is a bit awkward without dismissive,
massive self-destruction
only by rhyme-schemin & drownin,
(can u bury problems in a fountain ?)
pennies, etcetera--is u even defendin ya ?
f*ck, crack my words like glowsticks
as i give you my nine cents (nonsense)
cock the hammer;
scratch my head
forget to remain focused while
i party with my friends;
that's the damned-er (dander)
im buildin somethin
but nobody said "when"
so this bridge a lot like
the b*tch that i burnt
when on her list of baby daddies,
it was my turn
getting f*cked and used until its uses
get confused with my unfettered bruises
when it comes to love . . .
im useless
but that's okay
im a
self-depreciative asshole
at a locked door with a passcode
a single one-way two-split backroad
a past covered in ripe tadpoles
as bad snow
full of p l o t holes and potholes
weed burns through new-bought clothes
as burnt ashes from my blunt words
bury my past in a brand new pile
so awkward
new location but same problems
by the mile
and i'll run it
for sure as long as
im gunni--*bang*
. . .
the words that im spillin
the same as the blood in the streets
words of a villain
teach me
teach me
so i can sleep
more than my parents could
reach me
reach me
life like art, vibrant and non-oblique
i dont see color
only unique
i dont care for either
only for seek
your struggle will survive me
and i will survive the week
it figures that seven isnt enough
for me to feel complete
so selfish, but your experiences
i. will. reap.
like the reaper, like the keeper
got secrets to die for
but theyre not mine
i guess for u to kno
u gotta rebuild the bridge you burnt
in due time
take it slow
but time due
doesnt "due" nothing for me
your past actions better be reflected
in becoming the better version you "perfected"
but maybe u already know
all my friends due.
*xin laugh*
