E

I'm taking a spiral trip
Into the abyss
Traveling underground
To reach higher ground
I see different faces
With eyes that are spacey
And I can't help but ponder on their thoughts
This E is taking me through unnecessary stops
to reach a selected destination.
This E aint no pill
With a temporary thrill
It's just a conveyor belt
Ending at a trade sight
Where we trade our beliefs
For an unbacked currency

I WALK ALONE

I'm a proud member of the complex loners disassociation with the peers that we share no common ground.
Our interest's nearest intersection is 1200 miles down
And the crossroad only entails the amount of years that both exists in the physicality of things
But has no correlation with the mind's distinctive dysfunction of the opposing mind processes
So as I stand here in the midst of two extremes
Going from one end of the spectrum to the next
I transfer my thought to a notepad controlled by keys
And as I unlock these thoughts to make them visible to your mind's comprehension...
I still remain the loner that laughs at the comedic and the situational irony of your existence
And I bask in my epiphany

one night stand

I sat in the park
and watched her spark... a L for just us two
telling me that after dark
she just wants her fantasies to become true...to the memory of another being
So I went to her place
Fucked out her braids
And to tell you the truth... I can't remember her name

icon

Fuck a title, I just need a vent. I'm falling in a hole and my parachute broke. Never thought that an icon could change my whole perception of who u are. I felt like my nose was rubbed in the realization that you are intruiged by characteristics I seem to lack. So as I step back and try to analyze a deed done so unaware of what my reaction would be seems to dazzle me. Because I would never ever make you feel like someone else held a torch to the flame I carried for you. But I guess that's where i always go wrong; giving all of me to someone that'll never understand its worth.
I guess this isn't quite so iconic