gorgeous colloquialisms
spit from my lips like
messages well missed
see how the cookie crumbles
when i sling my hands on my hips
and i stare at you lips pursed
eyes with a shimmery glint
i’m an ace, not an airhead
i’m beat from holding all the knowledge
and you’re just all bent out of shape
like the spokes on a broken bicycle tire
destroyed in a hit and run
run along the pavement, little one
because i’ve got all the ammo
and you’re just shooting blanks
confined
in spaces
where art cannot thrive
i dream to escape to a land
that screams “time will never stop not for you not for i”
and i see the light
of creation curling around our minds
the lightbulbs going off they strike
again
but oppression’s darkened hand
snakes through
blacked out curtains covering
our eyes
we think
that things are okay
little seeds planted into
the soil of our mind’s mistakes
that we’ll see the light again
a symptom a byproduct of
diseased lies
that grow and thrive on outtakes
crossouts and memories erased
but we never do
we’re lifeless beings
zombies that cower
crowds that
on the surface of the world
that’s trashed by our waste of time
(via chuachoco)
(via kelleeebean)
(via queen-ganja)
(via artpixie)
