5.31.2009
diary posts from the hands .
hello .
my name is left hand .
man, im a screw up . i lifted 15 shots of patron up to my counterpart named mouth . mr. mouth swished the alcohol until it's gums burned (at least, thats what he told me) . i mean, i dont know what happened exactly, but somehow im curled into the fetal position and im charging very fast at someone's face . c r a c k . is that blood ? now im being hurled over here and over there, im hitting noses and eyes and jaws . man, i just cant seem to get right . all of sudden, i'm filled with steel and im pulling back at this moon-shaped metal piece . a shock of release fills throughout my palms and now the gun has fallen from my grip ... what have i done ?
hello .
my name is right hand .
i reached all of me to my mothers face on the other side of the window . im slipped underneath the whole at the bottom and im embracing her... hello mother's hand . i hate picking up the same uniform everyday in here . i'm so ugly . scars and dislocations from the yard fights, guard fights, set fights, late nights .. guarding myself . but i dance across lined notebook paper, making swivels and dashes and dots to my love ones on the outside . i hit keys now . telephone keys to ask my mother to put money on my books . the left hand does all the damage, and my right has all of responsibility .
its not as simple as black and white when it comes to a person's character . but a lot of times, we create 10,000 more colors to compensate for the decisions we make . even though somethings are hard to decifer as ethical, some things are simply wrong & right ;
my name is left hand .
man, im a screw up . i lifted 15 shots of patron up to my counterpart named mouth . mr. mouth swished the alcohol until it's gums burned (at least, thats what he told me) . i mean, i dont know what happened exactly, but somehow im curled into the fetal position and im charging very fast at someone's face . c r a c k . is that blood ? now im being hurled over here and over there, im hitting noses and eyes and jaws . man, i just cant seem to get right . all of sudden, i'm filled with steel and im pulling back at this moon-shaped metal piece . a shock of release fills throughout my palms and now the gun has fallen from my grip ... what have i done ?
hello .
my name is right hand .
i reached all of me to my mothers face on the other side of the window . im slipped underneath the whole at the bottom and im embracing her... hello mother's hand . i hate picking up the same uniform everyday in here . i'm so ugly . scars and dislocations from the yard fights, guard fights, set fights, late nights .. guarding myself . but i dance across lined notebook paper, making swivels and dashes and dots to my love ones on the outside . i hit keys now . telephone keys to ask my mother to put money on my books . the left hand does all the damage, and my right has all of responsibility .
its not as simple as black and white when it comes to a person's character . but a lot of times, we create 10,000 more colors to compensate for the decisions we make . even though somethings are hard to decifer as ethical, some things are simply wrong & right ;
5.29.2009
li[F]e is i[M]possib[L]e today .
TODAY SUCKS .
the birds attacked my washed car, again . wait till i get my gat, bye bye birdies .
money didnt come through from work . 2nd week now .
my hair appointment cancelled on me for the second time now .
i almost got into a car accident ... WITH A PEACOCK .
... life isnt fair, but it has one hell of a sense of humor ;
the birds attacked my washed car, again . wait till i get my gat, bye bye birdies .
money didnt come through from work . 2nd week now .
my hair appointment cancelled on me for the second time now .
i almost got into a car accident ... WITH A PEACOCK .
... life isnt fair, but it has one hell of a sense of humor ;
just married ... 10 years ago .
if i stared in his eyes for 3 hours , there would be no activity .
i thought i saw something midway between the second hour,
but it was just the reflection of his forty ounce .
im tugging at his mind for a glimpse of something worth while .
but his wild devoured him, puking him out on the sidewalk where executive assistants in their pro-fessional stilettos tread across what used to be his being .
his vegitable state makes me feel like i never want to eat again .
the world is a slut that moves from one life to the next .
his has been screwed over one too many times . his status updates always seem to read, "FML" .
it's only a declaration of disdain and remorse . because,
the transition of losing hope is one similar to acid, burning through your soul painfully until the flesh becomes liquid .
its painful, piercing, and pushing the mind into a place that he never saw comming .
im pulling his hands just to get a reaction .
an embrace, something that was there .
i smile as he gets out of his lazyboy, but frown when he reaches for the cellphone to call work .
his looks of contempt could equate to 10 inch nails on a chalkboard .
bending and scraping along the edges of the black surface . perhaps im being scraped away .
so i sit back and sip his forty ounce,
maybe the yellow-ish film will be bright enough to wake him?
i thought i saw something midway between the second hour,
but it was just the reflection of his forty ounce .
im tugging at his mind for a glimpse of something worth while .
but his wild devoured him, puking him out on the sidewalk where executive assistants in their pro-fessional stilettos tread across what used to be his being .
his vegitable state makes me feel like i never want to eat again .
the world is a slut that moves from one life to the next .
his has been screwed over one too many times . his status updates always seem to read, "FML" .
it's only a declaration of disdain and remorse . because,
the transition of losing hope is one similar to acid, burning through your soul painfully until the flesh becomes liquid .
its painful, piercing, and pushing the mind into a place that he never saw comming .
im pulling his hands just to get a reaction .
an embrace, something that was there .
i smile as he gets out of his lazyboy, but frown when he reaches for the cellphone to call work .
his looks of contempt could equate to 10 inch nails on a chalkboard .
bending and scraping along the edges of the black surface . perhaps im being scraped away .
so i sit back and sip his forty ounce,
maybe the yellow-ish film will be bright enough to wake him?
5.28.2009
i wanna have music's baby .
please dont sleep on wale or kid cudi . ill leave you with these [kinda old , but they are still awesome] :
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)