Category: hexpectations

  • i’m off

    I wrote it all alreadyi’ve nothing left to sayi’m tired of being inspiredi’d like to sleep today I wrote it all alreadyit was a lot of workit took so much blood lettingso we wonder was it worth all the sacrificial riskall the betting on a horsethat was the default winneron an abandoned course the future…

  • “SUCH CONFIDENCE”
    ISNT ALWAYS A COMPLIMENT

    there’s a differencebetweenwanting someoneandwanting someoneto be different.

  • FEELING FOR A BEAT

    Trying to survivemy mind intime with rhymes The studios a hospitalThats stops emotional obstaclesIf you have to rot in hellPaint the place neon pastel

  • HEXPECTATIONS

    for a good timeeveryone sellseveryone outeven themselvesand you expect themto be therefor you?

  • Look What You Did to Me in this Humidity

    I can’t ask youto love meany morethan some foolcan ask meto write poetryfor them the rainonly comeswhen the cloudgrows too heavy and lighteningI’m suretries desperatelyevery momentnot to strike and thunderis so loudand powerfulbecause it only speakswhen it cant be quietat all lovelike poetryis a stormthat breaksonlywhen the worldgrows too hotand wetnot to drenchus alland quenchthe…

  • RECOLLECT A REAL COLD WRECK

    Did you cry tearstill your eyes dried Did you kind of dieWhen you said good bye There went the yearsthat would have been our lives I still let out a sighto the sidesometimes

  • Too weak to speak for weeks

    My lifeAm open book slammed shutCrammed with scribbled secretsI have becomeA silent poetWho lost his soul

  • PAPER CUT

    i want a girlto write mepoetry scathing angry poetryscintillating sonnetsof vicious literature i want a girlto write metotally pissed of prosethat hits me in the faceand breaks my big fat nose poetry that cracks my backpoetry like a whip held by the lipspoetry chained to painpoetry like poison coursing thru my veins i want a…

  • appreci-hate

    my dear foolyour poetry has failed my dear foolyour promises have wrong hollow my dear foolyour whip cracks the air, and my back is free of blemish my dear foolyour big black boot has missed my balls my dear foolyour chains choke only themselves my dear foolyou have threatened meonly with happiness, you have cursed…

  • (DE)COMPOSE

    Hey death! Where are you?I’ve been writingPoems