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SpacemanTheJinn

With the Cheshire Grin

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WILL YOU?

You’ll remember me

When you reminisce within your dreams

When you hear your friends, your family, askin bout me

When it makes you wanna me scream

When you really, truly, do want me

You’ll remember me

SEE?

You’ll remember me

When I ink or bleed into the scene

It’s all the same thing

I’m shining wit a darker different bling

I’m twitching wit a different blink

Spastic wit a different think

I️ might be something never seen

I’m dark like dirt, melanin that neat

My skin is all I️ see, yet it’s bleedin all on me

So, I️ write within my see

Fuck yo seat, it’s all on g

UNDER

Under the influence of depression

I write with deep expression

Wit lead and pen, I’m flexin’

Gifted by trauma and stressin

I get my steps in

I’m lifted, I’m bangin within the moment

Know itI’m only drinkin, cuz I’m sinkin

And I’m metaphorically sinkin, cuz I’m stuck with all this thinkin

Plus, my balance has me blinkinSo, my crooked walkin?

Is cuz these thoughts, they stay knockin

And rockin, so I’m steady talkin

It gets me under fire and gives me the fire

It gets me higher

It’s the balance of a curse and a gift

It gives you rifts, it gives you lifts

Heart on my shoulder, bleedin my wrists

I ink this shit

GREED. CHICKEN. TREE.

I think we need greed, I think it balances out that need

I’m talkin bout pushin and pushin past when you bleed

It differs and shows difference when it comes to human breeds

It changes willingness to bleed

It changes how you wish to breathe

How and where you wish to breed

See, depending on need or greed you hittin on different speeds

Sometimes you swervin in the lanes, sometimes you hittin the fuckin trees

Distracted by the chicken in the street

That’s a metaphor, hope you get it, please

Learn from what you’ve seen

LUST. FREEDOM. KARMA.

Glitchin in my freedom, guess I’m lost in the lust

I know the shit is wild, but I love to see her blush

From her blush to bust to cuff, all her skin is love

I got nothin but love

But…

…FUCK…

See, my experience been tough…

The shit been rough…

I look into her eyes, I hope I’m not mistakin what’s what

That’ll be just my luck

Par for the course, like “Gaddamn, nigga, fuck.”

Lust and love…

I mix that shit up?

It blows up.

The game is corrupt.

Makes dating suck.

Like, what the fuck.

Oh, my god, what the fuck.

Did I do something in this life, last life, is this shit karma?

Is that why I’m dealing wit this drama?

All this shit karma?

I meet the girl, I treat the girl, she treat me like I caused her trauma?

Like holdin doors, givin her flowers, is harmin’ her?

I’m tryin to start a now, maybe later we can start a saga

DAMN IT

Try as I might, I can’t stop this pain

I even close my eyes looking for strength

Mind over mind, trying to force a change

Feeling empty, cold, alone, and late

Nothing is worth it, a wasteful weight

Music is a kiss, darkness is a blanket

Drinks and drugs to feel faded

Distractions from the depression laid in

RUTHLESS

I’m fuckin wit it, so wit it my vision wicked

The shit acidic, it’s so delicious

Eclipsin sufficient

I’m livin wit no intentions

Of livin in tension

Leanin at a crook-ed attention

And drooling bleedin like I took a beatin

In reality, I’m seethin for anyone want me seated

Cain’t stay still

I’m building hills

I weighed the will

Outweighs the bill

So, out my way, I’m makin waves

My presence is my trade

Impressive impressions left in my days

I’m leavin em in a daze

Faded with abrasions

These letters be so, so brazen

ANNIHILATE. LUDICROUS. ILLITERATE.

Shaking, twisting, flexing

No time for resting

Wobbly from speech to texting

Destroying the self, I’m my own worst foe

All the weaknesses? I know

Living to annihilate the competition

A breakdown of composition is the mission

Rebuild in tension, never never testing

Sleeping wit eight lessons

Illiterate to warning signs

Like one is inclined to be blind

Yeah, that type

I know, right

Messages turn to piled messes

Messes turn to burning blessins

Blessins turn to anagrammed messages

A ludicrous cycle of reuse

Knowledge in the fool

Foolish with the truth

Madman floating in the blackened pool

SHE WON’T WITHER (or, HER RESOLVE)

Heard she lonely

Heard she hurtin, she lost all her homies

She tired of bein tired

Tired of bein wired, you wouldn’t understand her why’s

She exhausted

Achin from what life costed

She dryin out from tears

Funerals for elders, youngests, her peers

Grippin wit a hold on

No safety jacket, off her strength she float on

No fittin her shoes, it’s a tighter size

Wit gravel and blood inside

Her heart has formed a callous

From a daily practice of harsher balance

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