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Ghosts

I’ve got to let it out I’ve got to let it out but it’s hard spitting rhymes and spilling lines Spilling lines on the table watch it dissappear Like our lives watch us fade into black and white Turning into creatures of the night It’s our time to shine while the drugs start to take flight Numbing my nose, let’s see where the night goes Cause sleep is for the weak, I say with breaking bones But homesick ghosts keep me wide awake While the monsters’ howl ring deep in my ears Filling up my soul with fear and belly with beer So let’s light another cigarette and sit by the fire Cause it’s four in the mourning and I’m still wired

i’ve been having a really rough time lately and people only pick up pieces of what’s going on no one ever knows the whole story so how can anyone expect to write an ending for me how can anyone expect to help how can i expect these cigarettes to keep burning before my own hand is on fire how can i catch my breath when all i breathe is smoke and toxins and filth coming out of your mouth and into my gut seeping down into the black void that seems to have a lot more going on that my heart these days these days have been a little more rough a little more tough tumbling down with no hope up

Cigarettes around a Campfire

There’s seven billion people in the world. There’s 300 million Americans in this country. And 10 million fuckers in the god-forsaken state. But there’s something about you, out of the millions and billions that surround me. You have this aura that attracts me in ways beyond my five senses can fathom. I tell myself a hundred times a day, these fancy clichés, to try and create a happier alternative. While you understand the physics behind what truly makes this 4,000 mile wide Mother Earth go round. You like downers, while I pull up any chance I get. You’re the yin to my yang. Let’s mix and melt together into something far beyond grey. No colours can match your smile and that spark in your eyes that burns like a bonfire in my heart. So let’s gather around the campfire to sing silly songs and smoke silly things. Let’s eat something a little funny and see what the night brings. There’s an empty seat to my right. Will you be my left-hand man just for tonight? I want you to leave your worry at the door, there’s no room for that here. Another cigarette while you drink your beer. Let’s talk about how our paths crossed, if they’ll connect again, or if they might have to part. But before we do, just give me a little longer to cherish this night in my heart.

A trippy write.

My man is so artistic.

2 points blew me off my ass. How did I ever take points and points and points of shit in the past?

Yesterday was the best night I’ve had in a long, long time. And the perfect last day.

Still learning.

Feels

It’s hard knowing what to feel Because nothing ever seems real But this sinking feeling Held up by a thin string That’s roped around my neck so tight When all I want is to pack up and take flight Down South for the winter This cold is too bitter

I’d rather see myself in golden California Smoking a cigarette filled with marijuana But that’s what got me in this mess So it’s time to put this to the test Just don’t ask the price I paid I must live with my quiet rage With standards so low, my day was just made Saved a bee drowning in my drink I want to fly but all I do is sink You can’t sting my flesh You’re kind of pain would leave me feeling refreshed

To think where I’d be without love Even when I always think I’m not enough Things aren’t perfect, but you’ve put me in limbo It’s better than hell, better than suicide, so Where do we go from here? I’m spilling lines that aren’t ever clear.

You can’t tell, but my face is rolling off and down the hall.

Youre gorgeous 🥵

thanks 😉