Whats in the bake
That makes me shake
Air is hot
The pot on the stove
Stones and crystals
Are in the garden
Rattling bags and bearing
Bread
What’s wake the screen
Are the quarks that earth makes
Sounds of the crashing
Screen shot and yellow is always baiting
Swimming in the sea of pink
Leather and silk
Is the skim
My mom is an pill of arguments and uncertainty
California is the shiny horizon
Wake the screen of purple flowers
Treating me as the problem and not the key
Can’t think on the sink
Can’t sank any lower then I feel
When I’m yelled at
There’s always an snake lurking
around the bleeding sun
What’s cracks the afterworld
Weaponize my words
Is like giving me meds that poison
Lurking me to my maker
Cause I am no believer
Facts and logic are in the same hand
For causing plans
For hard times
I’m the silence of the night
Witch of invisible
Blend in the scene
Unnoticed and unhear
By all
When the world is bleak
I begining to peek out of my shell
Just an tad bit
But I get spook then my shell is around the same brand
Of cracks formed into balloons with hollow breath
Lifting me into an better time with greater people then I
What’s wake the screen
Is this generation of unkept and unkindness
Wonder how people ever find love in the world of killers and kidnappers
Strangely where I won’t be an failure of living and not just existing
But living without any demands or restrictions
Rum on the envelope
Moons changes my tone
There’s always rum to drink
Yellow writing on the rails of the hallways
Envelope to seal and to ship
Ghosts in the TV
Set in black and white
Dabbling in tarot reading
Sells are up
But family debts are down
Being threatening is an odd bet
Can’t say anything about anything
Without getting cut down
Bones are buried
But dug up again
Just for unnecessary tears to fall
Houses are in poor Conditions by
Having an person with an bag of tricks
Can’t nag for an dollar without
Getting trampled on
Spilled rum on my envelope of notes
Getting house calls on preparing an
home meals
Cause the watermelon is too sweet
Tho the grass is wet
Its too dry to paint
The shattered glass
That dare to prick me
Made me bleed
Rum is always there for the healing
But the ache of yesterday brokenness
Isn’t easy to fake
The wind may be blowing
The sky is blue
Can’t help but wonder is there more for me
Than envelopes being all moldy?
Having kids and leaving them
To learn and to live
Without the clutches of parents
Having an legacy is something
Like money or an business
Not drama or an broken home
But battle are battles
Without the bow
Is like the arrow in an dead zone
Drawing the line
Wagging in the money
Getting ready for the morning
Washing the plug
Dumping at the walls
Tho gossiping to trees is the bee nees
World is crumbling
Sour bread is always telling
What’s the fuss?
When the baby cries
Yet mom is away
Can’t come home
While she’s here
Tapping her mouth shut would be the game
Since the guy accused me of harassment
But still view my story on snap
Wouldn’t be he signing that he still likes me?
Nah I think not cause that would be crossing the line
Tight eyes and little sleep
Has me wanna say something witchy
Maybe shouldn’t I be gossiping to a tree?
When the air is heavy and my heart is deep
There’s always smokey mirrors
as the sun follows me around
I nag at the ground
Cause it won’t make a sound
In nature there’s peace in natural magic
Hanging ceiling fans upside down
If I feel like telling an spell
Now would that be drawing the line?
So I’ll say this
Pretty is pink
Stones are green
Tomorrow is golden
I’ll walk in prosperity
There’s always bread in my purse
So mote it be
There’s sourness on the floor
Dealing green
Feeling red and itchy
There’s sourness
In the belly
Of under turning
Of thangs
Stab in the thigh
Bleeding of the heart
An thorn on the side
When there’s no middle or end or beginning
The chapter hasn’t been finished
This sourness
Belly aches
Overload the headaches
The Restless nights
Is like getting hit by an moving car without brakes
Its like being in ending relationship
The sourness isn’t letting you see the ending
Dying daisies in the pavement
Bittness and bitten
The last of claim
In the book of refame
Tho being 30 years old is all
But an choke in the game
Getting hounded
Into becoming an housewife
Before working for an wage
That’s the sugar in the bitter
An stab in the wind
Or an cut in the gutter
Tho being smart isn’t making an living
Its the opening and the closing
Of an seal window
In an house with the doors bolted up
Its just sourness on the floor
Butterflies on camera lens
Speaking broken english to an boy today
He came back with stupidity
Trapping in an box Of the butterfly effect
In the time alerting
Can’t spend much funds on cherries and grapes
Feeling like twilight without the bright
There’s butterflies on camera lens
Outside around the house
Felt cheap and muddy
The gust of wind is threw
Up in the air
Blow to smoke
With low funding for food
But there’s free trips to ATL for three days
Feeling hungry for pancakes but so so kinda broke
The pancake box in red
gamble on purses to make me an sell
On Vinted or Mercari
Asking questions is just questions
There’s nothing wrong with them
Boys acts so effy about being asked
Why the five? when I can’t make an nine?
Feeling down and kinda depressed
Money is the problem
Cause there’s ever enough or there’s little of it
Tho taking surveys helps same but it only pays five
But the butterflies are pretty
Yet the home that I stay in
Is build on an hill and selfishness and inconsistency
Tears of impulsness
Tears are on my face
As I lay down
Felt this wet moisturizer on my pillow
Without any warning
Tears of impulsness
Anxiety
Tho watching funny videos is the green tea
But feel gloomy and having this sence of dread
And worry about things in general
Has me like an melted marshmallow
Guessing my body is tired of going to through the motions of trapped in a box of negativity
Food is too little and cutting watermelon is too demanding
For my intellect mind
To get things done in an hasty waspy
Isn’t it the way of smart brain
Tears of impulsness washed up at night
In an can sour mountain dew
There’s no safe word
Whenever depression is at work
Sometime popping an pill might help
Or going through it might help
But those tears are on three days
Is expired jam on crusty toast
Yellow and blues
Tapping on nerves
Feeling like an emoji with tears streaming
On my cheek
Slip of my tongue in annoyance
Apples are starting to rot
White as hollow
How could a brother be so shallow towards his mom
Over an car her car no less?
Blues and yellowes
Blues in green
Has me speaking out of context and with gum in my mouth
I should learn how to hold my tongue in matters that don’t pertain to me
Driving is freedom but being trapped by toxicity
Is an yelling yellow
Number on an keyboard
Around talkative people
Can’t feel safe in those four walls
That’s four colors of the same
With an rose that’s black from lack of watering
Its soil
When white flowers on the wall has cracks in the fountain
Tho I stare at them for calmness but I never am calm
Always on alarm and panic
Anxiety is ever to far away
But living in an box with no way out
Anxiety is always viewing me
Having me feeling negative and ugly
Would give me hope to keep living
But would be nagging me for living without an meaning
Which would have me feeling suicidal and having poor thoughts on the people whom I stay
Tho I say that they are my opinions cause to me they are
In all honesty it’s just anxiety
That has me in an chokehold situation without an key or an exit plan to leave
Tho that would be something for me to do
Without funds or an bed to lay down for some time
Then I’ll be stuck in an box that’s on an hill
Which is blues and yellowes
Refreshing the peppermint
Cold or hot drinks
Feeling like an waitress
But just not paid for my work
Working on my slept time
Working on my break heart
To find ways of soothing it
So I refresh the peppermint and make the drinks
Folding up clothes
Waiting for the sunrise to set
Before the sleep creeps in
Can’t tell u whether or not if I’m hurt
It’s more feeling used to the game
Bones aches and muscles are sore
But still I push through that anyway
Cause pain is only temporary but my heartbreak is more permanent
Leaving me in pieces
Can’t fight the odd of fate
So I awaken in the noon
To serve the peppermint and bake the cookies
For me to eat my weight
I lay on snakes and yet I am getting bit on
But there’s no pain cause the venom has already been in me for years
Now I am seeing it as it is
Am I the poison of love?
Needing some better writing material to write about
Cause got played by black boy is getting played out
I am tired of writing about love when I never been in love before or ever
Maybe I’ll think of something else to write about
While eating peppermint and ice cream
Water play
Yellow sun
Heart in my coffee
Soak up in the bitter green
Let’s play with water play
Where everything ceased
Tropical heartbreaks
Is laughing at lovely cheers
The cherries pops and children are growing up
Nothing but noises
Words are just background checks
Seeing if the boxs are all checked out
Before the lusting
Is made for mistaking or faking it
As love as if I was good enough for any man to be there for me
Whenever I needed him to
But the joke is me cause he just got an laugh
At my expense
Assuming that I led him on
When I honestly don’t know the truth
Smoke is up in the air
My shot was cold
While his shot was out in orbit
We were only playing water
Yes it was all fun
Telling playful words without any weight to them
Cause playing love is an childish game
But grown folks should know what they want
How come I don’t know what I want?
When love is always telling me that I ain’t good enough
For love to stick it out with me
Cause giving up on me is more easy than loving me
Whatever that means?
Which has me thinking am I easy or hard for an man to love?
When his love wasn’t there for me to begin with
Still he blames me
That is just water play to me
Payday is no pay
How to ask for money
Without looking desperate
Looking for an handout
Cause I am not that
But being an caretaker is fleeting
Being unemployed is just hurtful
And having no money is the rusted pipe
Payday is no pay
Hungry for money
Can’t see any way out of being broke
Is kinda like taking the cake
Of having an toothache
It’s like having two cars but one of them is run down
Looking at the blue sky
I see the moon
On an shooting star
I’ll put an wishing star
In an jar
For the color green
Besides cashing in receipts
Is depressing
And no payday
Birthday cake is cheaper than the band of fancy cakes
Changing bed sheets and dirty diapers
Is no payday while eating payday candy bars
Cause clearly it’s cheaper than buying food
Tho pots and pans are rusted and water bottles is the main source
For a bath
Can’t ask for an one dollar
Cause I ain’t desperate or even greedy for
money but there’s an slogan
Money makes the world goes round
When people are down for an buck
Cause I just need an reason to smile for
The bad headaches And the stupid arguments
Playing with the sprinklers on the plastic wrap
Is an great past time then writing childish stories are
When the door creeps then it’s no pay for me
Besides my writings is like an bad movie script that no actress or actor would be looking for on the Hollywood Blvd suite
That’s no payday neither but I’ll try to keep writing
Maybe who knows?
I might get the bigger payday yet one day soon
That would be the cherry of my day
Cause life is sweeter when the day is an payday
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