dead man -- hawk on a leash
 

i sat forever wondering on who you became
tried to find a suitable frame - iron wrought, water-stained -
for our kodak collection. hopeless, desperate. our sofa was sectional
count the days. nobody left but ourselves to carry the decimal
you craved marriage, i buried your dreams
i realize now my sabotage was very intentional
walk in, drop your purse, stare at me resentfully, as i
tear my intestines merrily with various chemicals, welcome home
bon voyage, please tell Stephanie hi
told you close the door behind you, never goodbye
told myself it's fine forever, restful reclined
called myself a moving van and rented a place
where i currently pace, currently hate, currently rhyme
currently drink myself into a perfect denial
what a shame. but that's okay. it was destined to die
the grass is always greener when cemented in lies
cemetery boulevard i planned a retreat
for when it gets warm enough to pack up and leave
if i stay here forever, i'll be silent and sad
trying my hand at perpetrating nightly romances
but it's old, i find it tiresome, the daily pursuit
all i want is comfort. that's what led me to you
let me - no, don't let me - i've been doing it wrong
questing content for another personal songbird
she thinks she wants me, honestly it's somewhat absurd
loving me is something that she doesn't deserve
i need a change. i really need to open a chapter
as lonely as it has to be i've got to adapt.
these are diaries and eulogies and history made
looking back i've poured myself into this for ages
paper pages, digit faded, timeline terabyte sacred
i was so unfulfilled with the life we created
under pressure, unimpressed, underwhelmed, understated
i'd rather live in flux than drown inside of your stasis.
not even sure if anybody reads these or not
it's a feeling of community like burial plots, for
my negligence, neurosis, all the secrets we kept
cease and descent. i grew older on the day that i left.
hurt makes a human. that's my only belief
i've probably got enough to make an army of creatures
walking the streets, coughing, bleeding, hawks on a leash
waiting for their moment to fly. rest in peace.





dead man

Classic dead man. Like a sneak peak inside the mind of what it is to be a complicated human being. Searching. Longing to belong and feel whole. Only to find what it is he thought he was missing. But now questions it all. #life

Dope stuff, per usual.

This shit struck home.for me. About.to get this apartment if the ap goes through ok. Anyway. Im not struggling with women issues atm but i can totally remember a time when this shit was spot on. Smh

called myself a moving van and rented a place
where i currently pace, currently hate, currently rhyme
currently drink myself into a perfect denial
what a shame. but that's okay. it was destined to die
the grass is always greener when cemented in lies

Yeah this was all dope.

PUNCH THE DAMN KEYS
YES
YES!
YOURE THE MAN NOW, DOG

This felt honest. Really good stuff.

This was pretty good. Very easy to read and mechanics are there. Good work on this drop.

this is talent

Have you tried calling her? Looking her up? Getting some coffee and finding closure?

I almost feel quoting this n sharing it on fb so my exes can see it

"she thinks she wants me, honestly it's somewhat absurd
loving me is something that she doesn't deserve
i need a change. i really need to open a chapter
as lonely as it has to be i've got to adapt.
these are diaries and eulogies and history made
looking back i've poured myself into this for ages
paper pages, digit faded, timeline terabyte sacred
i was so unfulfilled with the life we created
under pressure, unimpressed, underwhelmed, understated
i'd rather live in flux than drown inside of your stasis."


Drake flow on Duppy;?