"No1 Man Should have all This Sour"

Told my pen I was still sour I was severing our bond, going to the keyboard she said 'hey hon' I'm thinking cool, a poem every hour. Dousing fire with randomly placed words seems absurd I heard once that flying through curves with the birds helps you spot a healthy herd. The like-minded folks secretly wishing the worst to get worse cause the reason behind what they spoke was stolen and replaced with a hearse. It gets darker, but take this as an attempt to remove the blades from my back, I feel used undeserving of that action, and that which is half a fraction of making no sense leaves me silent thinking of where my mind went. Probably with them in the wind backstabbing bastards. I lent a familiar description 2pac gave to me and squeezed tightly to those words. Which is to say I went my way before my high days with intense listening. Missing my own intensity dousing my own fires with broken logic. Cool if she got it, better than broken heart pieces from a flesh made locket. However mine are. Scoop them up into my pocket, toss the hammer that did the damage walking on feeling weak, love famished. Out of pocket.





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 -/Rebel2Society\-v(**)

Late 4...

Late for a buzz I'm so ready to get up thought my pen would suffice but I  haven't been using it enough. Next drug, don't listen to me please. Yet listening is all I ever wanted, you see without eyes or ears to fall onto, these words long to be recognized. I lie to myself so they know in order to rectify what isn't real, they have to go behind my back and fin somebody that'll fill them up. Taking away what some say is bliss. Now how is this, I'm lost in it but using it as an excuse for my gift. I say gift because I'm breathing living still unsure if believing in you is completely wrong to do. Dangerous to the psyche or not, definitely harmful word to the knots my heart pumps through. Being true through and through but unaware if being through is public worthy if it's unbelievable by either two. I'm just chilling with no thrills though I could go back on what I said and pop up til what I said comes out of my mind and into my sight instead. Hallucinations for those of you confused, if I'm over your head, be comfortable. I'm over mine too. Typing is cool, provides a direct link into my lies, my windows looking surprised I'm just trying to keep my A in front of evil while I stand in front the mirror. Backwards to most but getting that helps you understand clearer. Watching the watch on my forearm, it never ticks just kind of fades away as time goes on. Tattoos of abuse word I hit you a few times too, but I'm sure of where I stand unfortunately music holds all my truths. 


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 -/Rebel2Society\-v(**)

Prequel to me

So as much writing as I have been doing for myself I just realized this entire time I've had no efficient way of keeping up with what I write... I don't know just feels like if I wanted to I couldn't rate what I've written. That's where other people's opinions were supposed to come into play, but I'm typing to myself again, so I get it.

The start of writing to whoever it is up here or there. I just want... don't know.

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An entry representing me, confused, unsure, and a day late.




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 -/Rebel2Society\-v(**)