a poem
Fever dreamsLiberate the mindBoundless and edgelessThoughts flowSkipping betweenPonds of reality…
bong hitsmoke eyessee lifefather’s eyesdifferent painnew disguisehot takefresh lies…
My days are slippinI be trippinOver myselfOver my wordsSentimental thoughtsI’m mentalMental state…
Sometimes,I feel like a seed.A potential inert,A possibility to succeed.So just put me in the dirtAnd give…
He’s a stonerJust a lonerWith a bonerAn emotional blurWhen he thinks of her
The first thing you notice are his bare feet, Black and dirty. Lacking a…
“Ooh, what a lucky man he was!”