of course they do.

what made you move? besides this place being boring cause that's just obvious

come in say was up

outerneon

from staten island, ny

hey you guys, I write poetry and design. I wrote this one a year ago and it is one of my most favorite pieces I written.

give me your thoughts



I don’t have time for you now
I have a lot of things to do
like learn how to drink heavy until I am blue
read the holy book until I repent
forget my name, my words and the things I sent
I am rewinding back every action I’ve done
if every memory was a balloon I would pop each one
stand there don’t come, wait until I am gone
stand there close your eyes I will be bright as the sun

you are not needed
I’m not heated just speaking rational for once
I have become something surreal, something very dumb
I am not who you think I am this week
I am the lullaby maker spreading my joy to whoever that seek
experimentational, sensational you should know I am the bomb
I am amazing, girls are chasing me for my wicked tongue
is this why you don’t dare to step into this house?
is this why you are hiding like a little mouse?
I’ve been craving, saving my energy when it comes to you
when it comes to you I do expect to have a breakthrough

I want to drink your juices mixed with bourbon
I wish you would hurry girl cause I am starving
you see how you have my mind so far bent
you see how you have my eyes bulging I tend to forget

I am apathy, self centered tyranny
why aren’t you chasing after me?
picking other men that make you go to heaven
slowly forgetting you had a place here

I don’t have time for you now
I lost my senses, my direction
I am stranded in this location where I thought you would had landed
now I don’t know how to go back home
I don’t belong not to you, not to anyone else
I forgot how to have fun
all I know now is how to get drunk
and fantasize about cleaning you with my tongue

did I tell you girl that I am the bomb
give you something you won’t forget
or is something you will regret
might be something to toss around in your head
it might be a pleasure he hasn’t given you yet
I will tell you this that you are the only thing keeping me sane
while my life is twisting and going through a re-arrange

I don’t think I am the same
although I feel like I am disappearing like a ghost
screaming out obscenities like a kid in elementary
might be the summer heat
the sweating beat that goes louder
look at me again I am going to extremities
lately you have seen me crazy
I get awkward when I start getting hazy
I turn modest when you call me baby
lately you haven’t been around
so what is a boy to do to avoid the ground