Spilling Lines

Midnight Green

Feeling loose watching you seduce Covering fifty shades of green as my eyes drift off-screen Off the air as I slip into a dream scape. Escaping from the person I once met I once knew you in a different light The moon was first shining so bright in the middle of the night Reflecting over the still lake hiding our skeletons in the deep Cause we flood empty lakes with dead bodies and tweaks And twerps that hate from the other side of the street

Our friends all sit by the handmade bonfire While you play me like static on a wire Static on the TV, watch and see Me rising up and then tumbling down Well, that’s part of the process Just don’t ask me questions I can’t possibly confess Because you know the answer so why make me the weasel Of this reality that feels so surreal, it’s too much evil You’re asking me to spill. I know you’re smarter than you appear And I’m waiting for your skeletons to tell me your biggest fear While I lie in front of many with my hand full of drink As my mind begins to stretch and shrink Telling me you know what’s for the best When you struggle on your own and I’m struggling Watch you count your stacks, start hustling Because we’re all in the same game, but on different levels Dealing with the same Hell but different devils

I need a blunt, sex, and a back rub

my thoughts

The phone screen is the lamp… and we are all moths.

today I turn 27, but here's a funny video of me last year on my birthday dying for a second. 💨

Everyone is happy with tv, or with drinking, or ingesting drugs. But we are all the same. We find pleasure in something, Whether its the same shouldn't mean anything, we simply find pleasure.

sunday funday

me rolling some lil' blunts

Penny Love

Story of my life Black sheep in a white room And you can never assume That you know the real me Though I pour my honest thoughts out When I’m half gone In my mind and it’s nearing dawn On those late night I can’t seem to sleep And you’re the only thing on my mind I think about you all the time I’m spilling lines that only half rhyme And I don’t know how to say, or let it all out My family ain’t shit and you’re my real blood So let’s exchange stories, real feelings, loud bud My friends, you guys, you’re a part of my wolf pack You’re the ones that care about me, and that I love back I’ve lived a long life with half hidden scars to prove it And never in its entirety have I found people worth shit Until that late May day I stumbled upon that corner coffee shop ganjareaper, entrophe, beneath-a-tree, pendleton1994, buriedinleaves, the Stoop kids are on top You’re the loves of my life and I’m so glad I found you There’s a lot of shit people in the world and the exception is you few

Fun hangz by the fire. I sit in wonder, feeling like some warped wire. Eyes stare back at me across the room. All along every curve and tangle in the wallpaper you so purposefully placed. Mixed feelings follow the sad blues and vibrant hues. It’s laced. It’s poison seeps in all too conscious in its stream All the while my eyes glazed and gleam. I’ve lost that part of me that had any sort of control Once the flowers start to dance and notice the picture as a whole We become more self aware to the fun house mirror of a life While the fire reflects something distant in the strife When we contemplate the right and wrong and the depth of the universe This is the new generation, and we decide things and our bodies cursed Sweeps and scraps across the night to cleanse our soul slowly The brush burns, it twists and turns into more than unholy.