Registered days...
Thumps in my womb creating an Ill ass remixed beat to 50 cent's Wanksta.
Feeling...
So....
Elated...
There is no place like home...
I try to click my heels and close my eyes
Hoping that i could some way some how subconsciously or get up & fly
to see my brothers that i miss so much.
Hug my dad, kiss my other mother.
There's no place like home,
Something is missing to the indefinite lifes puzzle
Maybe one day i'll finish it & I'll title it In the life of Abs.
Yeah that spot right there...it's the biggest part of me....
Gone...
Almost non existent.
Worried,
First times,
Mood swings,
Movements,
created each beautiful melody - i had to leave that behind
& come back to my tainted reality
succomb to her....
lacking respect- disfunctional
I am NUMB now & forever.
Cravings,
Feet not hitting the BX streets hard enough
to make me not feel pains in my feet shooting up to my back and neck
I [grab] you
You move...
once....
twice....
I think it was caused by the hunger.
Hunger for food,
Hunger for knowledge,
Hunger for my touch,
my love
my you....you are me...we are....
WE
Promises, Never broken
You are outspoken
Part of me....
I wouldn't change it for the world.
Had to depart,
55 million feet in the air it hurt
Conflicted but wanting to feel somewhat safe...
First time
First time
First times....
I promised....and kept it.
Things I never had, you will get.
Walking
talking
Needing your EVERY TOUCH,
EVERY....
WAKING...
MINUTE...
of my 8 hr routine - you aren't there
you exist
by this impersonal contraption that lets us communicate impersonally by dialing
a number
or You...looking up my name
-that you love to spell out & open your mouth let it seap out soft and slow.
Change gon' come,
Change gon' come,
Complete gon' come.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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