Somtimes I get in a creative mood. Sometimes I don't for a long time. Foruntately this is a good day and not a sucky one so here's a poem. On of the very few "happy" poems I've written, especially recently.
I’m a prisoner of memories
Of cereal, cookies, and strawberries
Simple things you see, like cake
I like to eat it but I don’t bake
It don’t take much to satisfy me
I’m not shallow but I aint deep,
just enough you can’t touch your feet
you’re breathing just a little harder now
your heart’s speeding just a little faster now
your eyes are searching frantically
calm down, relax, cause it’s just me
Lighten up like buoyancy
I keep you floating, keep you joking
If you keep breathing you’ll stop choking
And your words will just start flowing
Like a sea. Then you’ll feel like it’s me.
My style’s care-free.
Relax. I drift like wood on a beach.
My sister rapped it. That sounded pretty "ill" <-- notice the lingo. haha
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