shoulder to the wheel.
still going nowhere.
project on display show what we learned what we know what we do.
this impasse looks like a spade.
going nowhere with me.
every awesome thing becomes its own demise with enough time.
falling for your own hype.
before you know the product.
radical growth had during some of summers most intimate, mostly.
the least among us define the best of us.
i am nobody just one among many.
a boy still half-feral howling at the moonlit night he likes his wagging tale.
real talk is real something in need.
it shows who says what.
and also who doesn't do whatever encouragers theatric distract.
you sticky pickle.
used to keep it cool.
when the appropriate mood is detrimentally angry and burning all.
about time to go try try again.
learn from me don't do what i do.
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and
returning this chilled silence
back on appropriate shoulders
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (2)
"falling for your own hype." - reminded me of someone. Good poem.
Mind blowing