Fuck - It's a "grown-up word" But saying it is immature; Maybe "grown-up words" Are just words That scare "grown-ups" Who never grew up
Tag: words
125 – Carry
My words; Her §ong What carry me along
120 – Empathy Experience Requiem
Have you ever...ever woken up after...killing your self? ...not metaphorically on my walls literally brain matter splatters I have, oh so many times - more times than I can count & that's not even me counting the ones I might have been Sweet dreamings That's why it's true when I say my words won't work … Continue reading 120 – Empathy Experience Requiem
116 – Calamity
is Formality in Eternity a Calamity to Reality of Infinity? a city built of "-ity" words from so far away worlds sounds to be heard of big city birds that "learned" how to herd so absurd
89 – The Outside Believer
Religion: your self conversation; It matters not what the self says As long as the words exist in-Carnate - word made flesh, Something from nothing - at least Nothing from the inside, so Maybe it's from the outside? For religion is self belief - not In a god, but in the Outside https://open.spotify.com/track/3FGzWMNxijMddusQq4qF0q?si=W_UchwRWQaum5UeSVQJcVg&utm_source=copy-link https://open.spotify.com/track/0ZqqrBHeSeyZahfcyw9N8O?si=FR2ZzlM2Q1mRhbRVDRjVUw&utm_source=copy-link https://open.spotify.com/track/6ghnKwHcGX1RLPWjJYKbGd?si=6rCA6YcORcGM10eRcyrQLQ&utm_source=copy-link … Continue reading 89 – The Outside Believer
87 – Red Words
When I die, I shall die A phoenix genius - but you? When you die? You will die A thieving fool - caught Red-mouthed claiming My words as your own https://open.spotify.com/track/4gzm4EjDYFJYDr2YqZNAZa?si=6OxSjx3oSdSS9-gqI5F9PQ
69 – Word Puzzles
I don't need people to understand Every word puzzle on my table Only realize how foolish it is To think they'd ever be able Sharing feelings does Not make us the same Just their Truth is heard When I say my name If Mac calls Crazy & Em claims Insane, Then I'm the Madman; 3 … Continue reading 69 – Word Puzzles
68 – In Words Again
When reading my story I remember my self Just long enough To get lost in My words again
67 – The “Quiet Weird Kid”
Tricked right by broken-promise songs Gibb'rish wished dreams strung me along Shoulda taken forked road's left prong Losing direction - vice takes leæd Numbing vibration, smoking weed Loving connection what I need Scary to admit how lonely It is the part they do not see Drowning as they still ignore me Words so heavy and … Continue reading 67 – The “Quiet Weird Kid”
64 – Arbitrators Of My Word
The Philosopher The Professor The Prophet The Poet The Guru The Genius The Guesser Are these my true "Seven Selfs"? Better taught they be thought of Thinkers who piece together True thoughts thought through Thought's process Dancing daily | singing songs - Arbitrators of my Word - Gates of my eternal Truth
61 – Words May Be Nice, But I…
Words make morality - Character creates me; Words may be nice, but I Like a good character More than a good moral Words to reality - Character incarnates; Words may be nice, but I Really wanna feel What is really real
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