again
 

again

i hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor
again.
who the fucks at the door?
night stand machete laid neatly in drawer
revolver neath queen mattress. in case of a quarrel
but
there's nothing. just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved
gun powder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts
could've sworn there was something. apparently not
hear a swarm of bees next to me every day before dark
borderline manic. try undoing the damage
safe spaces fossilize our balloons & our cages
as therapeutic as raindrops on metal roof interchanges
interpersonal relationships via internal damnation
stray further from kinship. purge the pervasion
starboard the king ship. observe the insane
social connection more grandeur than normal distinction
hormonal response. formality close to instinction
forming a bond. cutthroat. synovial strong
childhood friends like famous rockstars. so many gone
kurt, latore, shakur, shuffling through on the browser
normalcy's paused. quiet as space. jupiters powder
going through life thinking, how do i amount?
inner city soul, stained by destitute out-of-towners
every nuance i learned from human encounters
too many to count. too many to counsel
with obstacles accruing names like they're mountains
who wouldve thought. who couldve saw this
my descent towards aloof disregarding
diluvian shark fin. hell in a handbasket
downpours start when my umbrella unravels
distinct as makeshift drum sets in the big apple
phasing out white noise on hierarchal basis
psychosomatic. mind warp. self actualization
dwell in differentiation you promptly install in
we're basic creatures. basically bombs
waiting to go off. waiting to want.
ticking til doomsday. can't wait to disarm me
but
something is wrong when
my maslow pyramid has 5 entries for love and belonging
some things prolonged, let the panic begin
to quiet storms to harsh circumstances again
don't need you to resolve what i mention
just
put my tears in a mason while you nod in acceptance

again

gotta say baby, this was some nicely worded craftsmanship
I dont know if Im developing a slur due to reading this but it was dope
that opening is butter on freshly heated toast, I love that.
dope work, very dope work..
everything melted together towards the end and hits a poetic end
twas like a swan going out only to be mistaken for a duck & pow.
anyway

this section here really hit a tone for me
great work

The beginning reminded me of like an Edgar Allan Poe vibe. Whole thing was a good read, a trip into the mind of anxiety and little self-worth

Sickening.

So much feels on this

I enjoyed this shit as well. A lot of emotion as mentioned by others, great penmanship throughout.

kurt, latore, shakur, shuffling through on the browser
normalcy's paused. quiet as space. jupiters powder
^Your way with words in general in this piece is just dope af. Takes you from one thing right to an abstract similie in 5 words explaining the atmosphere of it all.

The build up to such an execution is seen throughout as well in subtle ways like here:
every nuance i learned from human encounters
too many to count. too many to counsel
with obstacles accruing names like they're mountains
^Just good shit in general throughout.

Ending hits you in the guts too. Good shit.