The lines of words are blurred

Buttering up the watermelon 

What’s the air in the balloon 

Is the old rags 

What’s safety and whats not?

When the words are blurred then where the truth?

Hollow minds and red lungs 

Broken minds and when the mind is broken then where the hollowness?

Diamond eyes and snake tongues would makes for a soft heart?

When the skin is red what happened to the burn?

Feel like an crumble up paper 

An grasp of anger and frustration 

Is patching up where the floor planks

Are up in the stuck sticky areas of 

Getting worked up over tired of being broken 

Where the line

Of words are still 

Where would the truth goes 

Where the bones are gun 

Nothing but the hurting of the blood which are usefulness of words 

Words has this neck of sticking around 

For the last impression of an deadly impact 

Contemplating things of all things 

Like to whether or not to commit suicide 

What would I miss about not living?

I’ll miss my grandma being the fact that I take care of her 

If I swallow a quarter then how would anyone notice me choking?

Would anyone care to help me?

Would my brothers cry at my funeral?

Would they just not attend?

Roasting up holes in lungs 

In the healing of the heart 

When it won’t process that no one wants it 

That the brain is overthinking to cash in my coin into an fountain of worthless  

Encouragement

He give me little encouragement 

But just to ghosted before I could say thank you 

Putting in dimes in rubber gloves 

Passing it off as judgement 

Feeling insignificant to boy’s talk 

Cause its all about laying up or get disapproval of their go to’s 

Life is low and so is my iPhone’s battery 

Yellow egg salad with cranberry caution 

This red alert is burying me in the dirt 

While I’m telling boys that I am down on my luck 

Just gave them an opening for an escape 

Feel like an stale crumble cookie 

Chocolate pudding stepped on 

Getting threatened by getting hit on 

Over nothing but an phone call 

There’s no love or respect in this home 

Where the windows are sealed

And the doors are locked inside 

With no key 

I dug up on an offer of being polite and obedient 

To filled an demand of all demands 

And yet still I get yelled at 

Hate the loud shrinking noise 

Of me getting recommended

Or restricted by being locked in an padded room with an door that has nothing on it 

Cause even the pad lock is lock 

I didn’t wake up for this nagging control of an mentally unstable mom 

Who nags me all day long when her mind is red but her lungs are blue yet speaking nothing but air 

Yelling nonsense to me can’t learn by 

When all I feel like I’m the wrong error of inputting rubbery and play words 

Into my hands 

Bubbles in my mouth yet feeling like Ophelia

As the water of life keeps drowning me in 

The dying sea 

Covering my face as I crawl through the sea and trying to grasp for air 

My mind is mad and I’m just sad 

The money spent on dr. Pepper and gum 

There’s no encouragement and if it is then it snakes off as fake 

Hung

Cold but the snow isn’t falling

There’s this smell of feeling small

Without even asking to be

I got hang out to dry

Saying that I need to be taught

Is laughable how to assumed

That about me

When I never asked you for your assumptions

The body of water

Dreaming of falling off an cliff

There’s this feeling of being someone’s problem

When I never wanted to be

I never asked you for your help

So why say that I need it now ?when I never did

Especially if the help is from a brother who I don’t care for

Don’t even like as a person

Cause his words are like snakes and his eye are always judging

But his mouth is always moving

Saying nonsense and always assuming

I couldn’t hang out the truth about the pink four walls

Nun is the truth when all I feel hung

With the life is dwell on and the wheel is spun off

What do I have? But nun but an tight rope to hang myself with

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Needles and Pills

Needles and pills 

An stab to the heart 

What’s the blur in the blue?

the sand is cold 

Green stars are on the ceiling 

Making them look like dollar signs 

Selling fish stockings for an small profit

Making doing with what I got 

Living off needles is the dream of 

Pink walls and four corners 

Pills are the forms of fun for the meds 

That people still do just to give their some of meaning 

Without meaning any harm 

The brain and heart are always in pain 

So take an short dose of purple and moonshine 

For saving on the groceries bill

Only buying sodas in cans 

Spaghetti in boxes 

Living for pills 

Shooting with needles 

Working without an income 

Selling are returning to sender 

Commenting on videos 

Is the statement of getting by 

But can’t make with doing life 

On my own 

Cause the volume is too loud 

The only excitement for me 

Is watching reality tv while 

Eating an burnt pancake 

But took an shot just for the pain 

Plastic on the window

Crushing blows
Hard lessons
To earned
Can’t get warm
Melted off the flame of the stem
Of the candle
Talk to a tree
For a friend
Live in an box
Cause living in a home
Is cold a Snowflake
Wrapping up in plastic
Selling cans for an five dollar meal
Looking for discounts for handbags
That’s plastic on the window
Soulmates are for the pearl of necklace
For worthy of the dollar
Eating like an hog
Looking like an log
Speaking in rubbish
Coughing up carrots
Looking for an seer
Burying the proctor
Cover in plaster
An heart in an jar
Feeling foolish for recommunicating
Talking always makes me stupid without any repairs
I prefer to shut my mouth
Cause whatever I speak no one cares
Hearing the sound of an garbage truck
So let me go to the dump
That’s how I feel always
Whenever I talk to an boy
Who wouldn’t or couldn’t
Care about me without any expectations
Or even an reason to
Snakes and people are just fake
Telling me that they are this way when they are the other way
No I don’t see any good in anyone
Cause they are all snakes with their venom minds
And evil eyes and devilshi intent

What’s the good in a deal

Planting seeds and having it to rain
Feeling gloomy in paradise
The horizon is breaking the deal
Books on books
While walking the magic is telling the untolded
Sleepy eyes and hollow minds
Are making sunrise at noon
The deal is good
But the moon is over the heel of batted scares
Dusted ways are parted for over shin waves
Time and money is at the mine
Painted their hands white and black
Dealing teeth and blood
Yet scraping off the jam
When the gums bleed
Tho I bleed to slow
Heaven oaks is the dove of the grey heart
swirling dark blue and pink
Falling of fallen in shallow
To the opening of windows
Sounds of the closing of doors
That my heart has been broken
When the sun had shin it’s sunset
Tired of going in and out of time
When time never would slow down for me
To ketchup to it
What’s the good of the deal
When an good deal is outdated
Written in red dust
In colorful rate
As the rainbow drys
And it’s color fades
The day grew into
I’m left buried purple and blue

What’s wake the screen

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