Creating my own language
Pulp of the pains just anguish put upon a page
Im taking an unpaved path to the paper
Lifesaver the same way that a checkpoint is
I stand on my own hunched shoulders,
Whole worlds behind both of em
Once in the moment, fell a light tap when they check me
Testing Testing
ideal me, meaning the real me’s, yearning for a bit of better skin to be in
I’ve burnt a lotta time
Tryna find what it finds interesting.
Unfortunately not working, spending, or resting.
I wander around; perusing the nuance I’ve found
With a fine toothed comb find me in houses that aren’t my own
wondering whataboutisms
What I call home still knows no bounds,
Untying myself from the lease lot might be a hound with his leash in mouth on a walk from the north to the south to the land of the one dollar pizza
Do not believe what you hear.
Previous precedents calling this city the precipice are definitely Faulty
The prices are gouged, speech is through parroted mouths, these bagels are soggy
The only artists are on buildings on trains the way that they draw me
back up the hill,
Laughing at self with my basket of skill,
Chasing my trip I am jack and I’m jill
Romancing the atrophy naturally happening,
Panda hug all of my illnesses smothered

I gain more truths when ignoring others
Fire in my lungs burn clean when I run from the ladder climb
All rungs lead to saltpetre mines
My minds heavy set against it
Heavy set again since I dropped cross country Then started crossing a country.
K N O Flip double you’s side ways
All roads lead to Saltpeter so Why
am i advising against it?
Admittedly still a bit tempted to test it.
Stopped in my tracks at it won’t be the best fit.
Why not try it?
23 flavors still sweet when diet.
Peanut butter pills coat message with methods
Current medications questions for questions.
Sick of being told that’s bitter.
What tastes better?
Aim my label maker at the sugar coats
type PLA CEB O In big letters
Put corresponding bumps on the bacK for anyone who may read with thumbs better.
In Duane Reade buying lo carb monsters I don’t drink pop anymore
Force fed Coke since before I was four and
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
Laugh at the audacity of time passing when I’m not around.
How the miles matter make me smile frown.
Wearing the face of a future me looking back at me looking back on now.
Add vintage filters on all of my cameras,
cutting in front of the timeline,
indulge in nostalgia immediately
Greedy survival instinct passed down through generations,
the same with forever staying anxious,
Gotta give a nod and thanks to my subtly nurtured nature.
Sprained both wrists in 6th grade ever since my
Hands couldn’t keep with my pacing
I Can never replace em
Ripple effect made me make a pen out of a microphone instead
Really only want more haters from
Till My ribs brittle.
living only hurts me a little
The coke bottle babies all grown up now
living only hurts me a little
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
living only hurts me a little
The coke bottle babies all grown up now
living only hurts me a little
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
Except the one that rotted out