Uh, yeah.
I'll start writing again soon.
The poetry lately has been trash. But so has my attitude. Both tends to be a reflection of the other.
I haven't had any semblance of romance in what feels like forever. So I've just been writing crappy poetry in regards to that. And better poetry about society.
Here's what's sitting in front of me now. So I can crumble up the page and throw it away. If it hurts me it should hurt you too.
Going for a dangerous ride
Scared of losing you so sometimes I lie
One hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh
Her feet up on the dashboard as she sings her favorite song
I can just live in that moment
But the truth comes out when things go long
Perhaps why I always wine and dine
Invite her back to my place
Into my personal space
Pulling her shirt over her head
She's so fine
But it never works and that should be a sign
Chasing beauty with my own insecurity
Looks good on the eyes
But I'm forever buried with my eyes
Blue eyes, all innocent
What a disguise
Sick to my stomach
Give me some tums
When a child's dream flickers and fades like a light in the slums
I had it good growing up
Shave ice by the beach
Humbled, I devote my life to street outreach
Blackstar in the speakers
I can feel the city breathing in haggard breaths
Arteries clogged with unnecessary deaths
Graf on trains connecting the city as veins
Art from the heart going from cart to cart
Some cry vandalism
Yet destroy the environment with impunity
There's no function behind that destruction
dtr.
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