ynnydiary

  watching the clock spin as we all spin and we all spend  our time in  our timing come find it confinement  and i  i’ve come to know i cannot grow past this passed that all i have is imagine no past tense imagined  by you your truth it burns a hole in me never to be free never to be free it all came and went before me all set in stone was formed for    before me before me  clock on the wall numbers go on numbers go all before me so long soon to never be gone belong nowhere there’s no where  to be  oh to be free is the wall that watches 

  you know the sound of no limitation   i hate the feel of your persuasion  yea your presence is perfection i always fall for your temptation  stuck here contemplating  i always fall for your temptation  perfect persuading  words fall off your mouth  for a conned consumption  consummate one mistake with me i want to be where your truth  some times lies through your teeth they pass how will they ever last lick and love them all the same i just love the taste of your truth make your mouth one with mine i want to be where your truth sometimes lies

  i love the press of a lip to another  to anothers lips a twist  a gathering  of a kiss 

 ……. i climb a rotting withering vine  to heaven  as i ascend  it breaks and the top falls over steady and sturdy  i do not know the unreachable ceiling so tall all has fallen  and I know naught of the break  I will never reach Yet

  tired of hearing when i talk  towards you i have a block i don’t know what to say anymore  nothing matters  but i’m not depressed i just feel alone with what i own in my chest my heart hears all and it knows a lonely call there’s nothing i’m meant to do but love the sky’s truthful hues tired of hearing    when i talk because there’s nothing when i walk in my mind anymore  im confined if truths a door it locked behind me  are the things  that once were comforting converting told of love and life to achieve  that’s not me but now my mind is  spiraling an upwards progress towards nothing i have nothing   tired of hearing when i talk i have nothing to say wish things would be a different way today i know the truth tomorrow maybe so will you  so i stay and pray it’ll all be okay or at least i have changed enough of this life

  im not a bug on the concrete  you don’t miss me with your soft feat of avoiding me it’s inevitable destroying small things  we are small things  small things smaller than can be my mind grows bigger and my heart shrinks  tired of knowing concrete  and what it means  to me we are small  small things  to me we are all all things  can be bigger than me i’m not a bug  on the concrete  you don’t miss me your small thing me, poor me lonely little small thing