Look what youve done to me now, youve made me perfect.
I was doing magnet poems at my moms place.
Behind the friend is a goddess/
but we sit together/
like the moment after a dream/
weak from love ache/
she always whispers sad language/
yet i never tell when you cry/
produce a storm from here/
and flood the sky.
Cheesy i know. Bored i was.
Youve probably seen these by now. They are everywhere. These and Karate kid things everywhere. i need new black and white adidas. you can see my toe in the left shoe. thats no good. im a slave to my instinct to consume. damn the system. i demand cheap shoes.
i dont know where i stand. i know where i want to stand. but i dont know if i stand there.
i dont like the second poem as much as the first, but since someone asked me what it said, i guess ill just type it out.
Death stared at me in my sleep/
then i lived and only show delirious drive/
i go on singing a bitter scream/
as a gift of black worship.