her passion has died along side her soul, which lives in a shadow of darkness, ramon noodles and newports. over the years, her posture has sunken, for the world has completely consumed her. where's that pretty simile? they're always wondering....whats going on inside of her. who is this zombie? and what happened to those bright eyes? we are no longer interested.

Holidays.

I am not a selfish person. I have selfish tendencies sometimes & I blame my moms. Our house is divided...and it's been like this for as far back as I can remember. It even goes as far as she has a fridge in her room. Everything I buy is for me and everything she buys is for her. I dare not ever ask her for shit. My survival is really questionable butt I find a way. Well the point of this is it feels good to actually be able to buy loved ones gifts this year. I'm not even expecting anything in return, haven't in a long time and will continue to do so. It just feels good. Yo no matter what the conversation it always ends with a $$. smh man

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We are one in the same

words painting pictures

keeping eyes and ears entertained.

fingers Interlocked

kinks Entwined

My King, you lay high up on my pedestal

each night I make love to your shrine.

Sacred lovely lips...

where only water falls of truth spill,

deep into hopeful rivers

of junior impressionable thrills.

Never mind these leather man jackets, high top fades, and below the rim belts

crushing up asphalt dreams

cigarillos sorta helped.

-dancing in between; time weaves -

Throw away calendars and clocks

and let us all

shimmy down dull dangerous blocks

where piles of leaves and leftover hearts lay astray

scattered, tossed about

Marco Polo they call out...

But soon he calls in to call out.

and they forget their place.

As well as the paste.

Saliva is present to save thy day.