Poet Introduction Words are my life. Writing poetry for 13 years. It's one of the greatest loves of mine. I have hopes of becoming a published/payed writer. Feel free to comment, or message me about my writing/questions you may have.I appreciate any interest in my work.
Ridin the bus with a carry on/ plug to my left/ ultra black monster in hand/ pharoahe on my chest/ presidential band on my wrist/ switching lanes and time zones/ can't afford a private jet/ so I'm heading for the throne/ perched on top of the game/ leaving corpses in the streets/ I'm a vulture of violence/ digesting these switchblade beats/ full of whiskey and beer/ soaked from the warm rain/ waiting on the sun to rise/ if only the sky knew my name/
Strikes of lightening, thunder clouds/ what you know...
I was late to work to start the week off, the bus reaked of body odour, I couldn't tell if it was my own, as I sat next to the heater, unclean, thinking about those three words, well, just one, spoken three times, like an incantation; who knew rejection could be such a simple spell.
After we kissed I thought about who we were and if any of that mattered, was it the glass inside us that shattered when we talked about the grams of our souls we'd fused together in our blackened lungs, or was it the star dust in our eyes that made us not want to look in any other direction, than into one another's heart to see how beautiful we both truely were?