I see that there's a lot going on with our mentality. Anxiety coated a dagger with poison and stabbed our spirituality this world along with it's racial mentality drained out our vanity to zero with its devil instrumentality.
Life is fleeting slowly like a moving snail
Your eyes will drift away from it, but when you look back at its already reached its destination
They say ask the Universe for a sign
I did, but why am I always feed by wasted lies, I'm tired of hearing the same ol god forsaken lines. We waste time wishing time hasn't slipped us by I should go dig a ditch somewhere and bury myself alive to escape my heavy sighs.
How could you get over someone you never dated? Looking back on it now I see how ridiculous it sounds, we were born in two different worlds she was a pearl born into the model industry while I sit alone from a different part of the globe wishing the lights of an airplane were a shooting star
Just thinking of you is like catching a butterfly with my hands, beautiful, yet so delicate. You drift lazily from flower to flower, and eventually sit still and land, but with many failed attempts I still had to catch you, but this mansion that I've built inside my heart are filled with many deadly poltergeist that destroys every beautiful thing that life throws for me. I guess it's better to admire you from afar and acknowledge your beauty and let thought of you go cause the thought of me hurting you is like an open wound that god himself could never heal
This year hasn't been kind to me and too many of thee what's to come of 2023 that's a future that many of us wish we could see. Fuck a New Year's resolution cause most of us makes promises to ourselves that we could not keep, but don't you fucking worry 2023 I already been killed more times than a than goofy emo telling the world how dead he feels inside
Honestly I don't give two fucks how dead you attention seeking assholes feel We're all walking corpses slaving ourselves in this torturous spinning wheel, But that ain't the case I'm trying to make I got red balloons I need to inflate I gotta go hard this year and my blade is to fucking dull to cut a piece of steak off my plate
I think I should go savage and wattpad should know that I'm built on destruction and baggage
Wattpad may have chosen they're lucky few there was a point where I wanted leave this place in search for a better new, but unfortunately that didn't happen cause I promised many of you Ambulate season: Two
I know the feeling that authors and poets feel who post good writing content, but good work gets pushed aside and writers aren't credited enough, and are left with low views.
I never in my life wanna meet an idol of mine cause they could I either disappoint you and leave feeling dead inside I look at my idols as rivals I gotta surpass you than fucking zap you with a laser blaster to expose you and to show the world just how masterful you to manipulate us bastards
There's a lot ghost writers who Arthur's and poets claim to live but are actually living a lie no one knows the courses of the struggle that's actually buried beneath our minds we awake each and everyday for the grain just to invite more pain wishing to god is there a way off this plain
Most of us think it's better to keep the mind distracted on the grind while some of us prefer to hide away behind the blinds
raeY sihT sruhtrA redruM To Time
Last line a metaphor, read back the fine lines
Everyone wants to flex for community that's already suffering in debt. Imma stop giving the not so appropriative my time, cause in the end all ya do is talk shit, and change the potential of someone's mind.
So here's my fucking red ballon
Oh, I promise I'll rip your tongue off before you could even speak you fucking Buffon
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
So stop looking for an angle for I will show no measurements of weakness for I will feed you nothing and leave you in the end fucking speechless.
Pop!!!!
Conji, stop...
Look what I'm plannin'