Monster

Sometimes I feel like a monster Like everything I touch dies At least everything I care about So then, I keep everything good for me At an arms length while Surrounding my self with my demons & other monsters like me At least I won't feel guilty if I end up killing them Or they … Continue reading Monster

Not Yet

It’s so frustratingI just want to make MusicBut every Time Ey3 askThey don’t say“No”They say“Not yet”There’s only 1 Time Ey3 can REMemberA Time that felt like thisIt was with Brittany, becauseEvery Time Ey3 would ask“Can I text Hattie?”They would say“No”But when Ey3 would say“I want to text Brittany”They would say“Not yet”

A Sandy Sunday

Sitting in a sandy tent on the beach Like a ginger kid afraid of his shadow Listening to the rolling waves to my left Birds chirping in my ears to my right And a helicopter hovering above me I don't really know where I'm going I guess I'm just writing to pass the moment