✍🏾 stories and dreams
I have a small tree in my hand and it’s full of crystals Me without leaves is like a gun with the missiles Empty It’s me and my lady on our way to put oxtails in our belly
By Sender Jeannestal Exclusive • 10 months ago
Nowadays jack is not only one making my chest hot It hadn’t occurred to me yet that you’re a drug It’s the pain that you bring that satisfies my urge for thrill.
By Sender Jeannestal 10 months ago in Poets
I didn’t want my fair to play winner Although my loss is something I can afford I didn’t want my care to play sinner Although my prayer keeps him distant
By Sender Jeannestal 11 months ago in Poets
I think it’ll be wrong of me to sit there and try to decipher what’s going on in your mind when i can’t find mine. Sweetheart I’m lost
By Sender Jeannestal about a year ago in Poets
Never thought my life would be viewed between four corners, Legs crossed, seated in the middle, With my head down, dreads hovering above the floor.
By Sender Jeannestal Exclusive • about a year ago
I’m a little uncomfortable at first, sitting in the corner alone, Nose leaking mucus, I heard this, “Why you don’t you come here and tell me how much it hurts,”
Incompetent as my first impression, Glass heart and crooked teeth, Broken is my profession, I must be far from a blessing,
The beefy, long, pink snake wrapped around her neck, Constriction. Their eyes met, She’s losing breath, Suffocation. The snake taste test its meal,
I'm sorry for bothering you, Just a few questions, if you don't mind, I'm blow for blow, at a war with my emotions, How do I win?
There was a young hero, He didn’t have a cape or flashy underwear, Nor super human abilities, But he fought through cold nights,
A quiet child so they say His finger tips are salty and cold The overwhelming vibrations through out his body is more than bold.
If there’s anything you gave me it was definitely a lesson You taught me that circles could have angles It’s in between the lines
