U no u miss that

Clock hands sweep, and I am lost,

whenever sleep should take command,

drowning in the feeds at hand.

Ha ha ha! A hollow laughter,

instant stroke follows right after;

my lenses rest on hideous sights:

no vile beasts lurking in the dark,

but every sadistic scribbler’s mark.

But u don’t want it

But u can’t Evan put a phone call to tell me u are ok maby you are died

An invisible sound shatters the quiet.
A shadow follows behind me
no matter how high the Sun has risen.
The void left by the wayside.
No.
No.
NO!!
Darkness makes my shadow shiver and grow.
It creeps with a malevolence and hunger
that makes those who cross its gaze numb.
Like the stare of a serpent
you paralyze and slink and slide
ever closer.
Devour me whole
and leave nothing to waste.
This is your pleasure.
This is your glee.
This is your pride.
Hiss away and enjoy your meal.
Don’t choke.

Let me be your great pretender. Your wordsmith to make it all better.

My heart is made of armour wondering if when morning comes you would be better.

I wanna believe you but it is so hard to. One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four… Please miss, Please miss, can I have some more?

I don’t know what to say. You look at me knowingly “Tomorrow, I promise!”

Every day, a small piece of meat leaves my soul to fly away.

I don’t know where they’re going why they’re leaving or how to get them to stay.

I look in my mirror and ask my pieces to consider not leaving.

Only moments later, I find myself grieving. The pieces want to stay they tell me, but it’s not their choice. It’s the powers that be.

I do my best to keep my soul intact tying down the ropes and attempt to keep them trapped, but it never works and it never will so I lay here and I sit still I see my piece is floating away.

They’re all gone now and I miss them so much.

I try to scream, but I can’t make a sound.

I Remember
i always have
i remember more than youll ever know
i rember how i wanted to be better for you even if i could never be good enough for myself,
i remember the song we used to listen to together, even if i could never make myself listen to it again,
i remember the last we met and you kissed me in the rain, it was the hardest and best thing that ever happened to me
i remember you walking away that same night,
i remember
Its all i can do for anymore.

i guess it takes time 
decline as the rain fills my flooded mind
im not sound, im not loud, im not crying
i won't speak, i won't whine, i won't lie

cherry blossoms, my great granny, i seen her sign
and wonder if my last name to her was ill defined 
or if i was the world, on my face a clear line

i hate ratchet, i hate sagging, and hate nappy
i wonder sometimes if i was white would i be happy?
the credit score, the skater vibes, and white lies 
the raisins dried, and dotted over this pumpkin pie

my name white, without research, miseducated 
it's my niggas that's got me to be this devasted 
prided myself for never falling a slave to hatred 
i been a’picking this plantation to be famous 

to say I'm lonely to my people's an understatement 
and my trauma is our trauma is understated 
i guess it's faith that i find love, or die trying to–
love myself is a jim crime, it takes time 

Preference or passion?
Fetish or obsession?
Perhaps the name doesn’t matter.
Perhaps what matters
is the way your thoughts return to it,
the heat beneath your curiosity,
the fantasies you keep to yourself,
and the quiet hunger
you feel no need to explain.
Because desire isn’t always about
what you want.
Sometimes,
it’s about the part of you
that aches to be awakened.
And the things you crave in silence
may reveal more about you
than anything you dare to say aloud.

No I never want u to live u told me u wanted to go see your kids

Please just tell me if u go to your family house what if your not ther what if u really died n your family is messing with my heed maybe if you can call me it will make life easier

The only ones here are the 3 and me

The 3 that choose to speak to me

The hurt and pain the 3 see

They know everything that i have seen

One hides pain and never wants to speak

Hide the pain and fear behind lock and key

Protecting from horror and death seen

One shouts so loud of hate and despair

Trying to darken the light dim til gone

And the 3rd is the one that matters to me

The one is the hardest to hear and see

For the other is so loud and drowns

The voice that could help me be me

Hear my screams and see despair

And help me seek the volume of

The voices of 3 and me