From Webster.

Wrote this today along with four others:

We are dangerous foreign creatures coexisting with mother nature, and father time never brings home the wages we need to buy our way into heaven, you know the angels take bribes and reside in the depths of our innermost conflict, I need a a prescription to alleviate and meditate with my demons, once upon a dime I was thumbs out on the road to redemption waiting for someone like you to pick me up and keep me starstruck. I may not be the best mate but I'm still great and there's something to be said about the state of mind I've been loitering in for weeks. Give me a hand and I'll give you my defeat. Make a wish before the meteor shower runs out of water pressure. This is the last curtain call, and my encore is a short fall.

Be your own hero, save the day.

Dear Boy.

I've been habitually dreaming of the stars in space that push and pull and radiate to fix the underestimated gravity routine, i don't know why they call street art a crime but your work makes my heart hurt in the way that only a weeks worth of chain smoking could do, I know you can see right through me. Well we should make or break the fake walls between friendship and forget me. Do you see the importance of classifying our tracks? I produce mix and craft the beats with the lyrics you find so addicting.

i wrote this on my coffee cup.

Mreh?

I felt brand new in my cross knit boots,
the cigarette smoke curled around the windows and escaped
before we could retain it in our lungs;
I think I may have loved you once.

The difference between making art and making love is
you can legally sell one of them.

I take these words and I condense them into phrases
for you to worship, for you to try and understand,
for you to follow and appreciate,
and why is it that humanity has to hate?

It's episode two like Attack of the Clones,
and I get by with my brittle bones.
This vocabulary melts in my mouth
like the acid sheet you just tucked under your tongue,
I hope you'll still be having fun
when you're tripping on the E train,
kneeling at the feet of insane.

I hope you find your way out of tunnel vision soon.

Thank God for screenshots.

Devon Terrance. Let's be best friends?

"I'd promised this wasn't about you"

I let you collect me,

and my heart danced with your shadow.

Well, it's the "GDT",

you had me.

Eleven-twenty-something, the first cell phone glow of the hour, and it's your name.

You claimed to have a way with words, but all you really possessed was a habitually awkward tendency for courting me.

Out of every blog and indirect profile text I understood your mind was never 'with me'.

You will never sing the harmony.

Stay lost, please.

You erase the bad days...

"My grammar is almost as bad as my posture"

Fake Ray Ban shades, Facebook,

and we mistook double shot espresso lattes for chai tea.

You're so sharp in your hipster scarf

and no matter what you say it's the truth.

They know how we do,

and whenever I wake up

I hope it's always next to you.

Congruent coffee spills align

with Prismacolor markers,

you're underestimating my eloquence.

I love you, I do,

and when your eyes emerge from your

drawing I'll show you how the moon

shines through.

Could you give me a clue?

You erase the bad days from my calendar.

"Fast Friends"

Confiding in each other
at seventy-two miles per hour
you keep changing your story
and switching gears
but i'll pretend it's cool
this is what fear tastes like.
Appreciate your space
before I get up in your face
like when we're kicking it,
putting puzzle pieces together
until we finish it,
this relationship was meant to test
and I'll keep accelerating
as long as you're cooperating.
Drive-through, order up,
extra large 7-Up

I'll take some lies with that.

"Leaks in the Ceiling"

A lingual threat,
life and debt
this thought came to me
as a fever dream
compressed and dressed
with lines, forget the coke
this ain't no joke
the rain don't respect state rates,
and I'm sorry.
Your speedometer keeps climbing
on the highway,
should I offer up my time
to strategize with my enemies?
or is my conservative, competitive
nature racking up your
pace maker?
We're just trying to make end's meet;

are you against me?

Placebo

Concentrating on the undermining contemplation
of the same damn thing;
what was the flavor we shared?
you were impaired
and me with my broken porcelain mug,
down on my luck like Houdini with
the release stuck
and I'm trapped under your emotions
like the Titanic;
sinking, sleeping, underwater creeping
We're all sea urchins attached to the coral
no morals and no identity to
separate and over-rate probability.
These speech bubbles collect
and float up to the surface
with a purpose.

Let's live it right.