Hey boo's! I'm a poet. And sometimes I freestyle for 10 or 15 minutes and just let the poem be what it is. It's like therapy to me. I call it Word Vomit. And every Wednesday y'all will get some. Saddatay? Saddatay. :-)
not in the context of a daydream
played over and over in a head til it seems
the colors are bright enough to touch
and the light is never to much
for those who can't handle the glare
but I do understand the appeal
of placing me in a space where nothing can touch what I am
where I can be perfectly partitioned
sequestered
confined to a subconscious mind
cuz I am something like a fantasy
but you must also account for my humanity
laymans terms: I'm not perfect and never claimed to be
I have thoughts
flaws
feelings
that push to the surface when I'm faced with
things I don't wanna deal with
unrest that leads me to incite revolution
slow motion better than no motion and I'm snail like moving
to a place beyond lucid dreams
vanilla skies can no longer hold me
give me chocolate earth and gravity
the power to choose terrain or galaxies
and I'll decide
but I hope you understand
that I can no longer abide
in fantasy.
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