Wild

My life's a cherry-wood chess-table, Strife in my movements, I've run out of pawns. The queen left, the kings lost, Labrynthian prisons built in sets of cells, Castle to d12, now it's in he'll

Oh sweet nostalgic feeling of you over me Love through all, arms over arms You contain me, I hold you. Lying here I miss your sweat, my chest to your back Fingers wrapped on hot days, nothing matters On top of blankets breathing in each other, The world to talk about; this bed is our oyster.

It felt so good to be alive, Defining the things around us. Words to describe, Words to tell... Streets and sidewalks, School fields and backyards, The woods and hoods our hoodlumage. Sidestepping sidewalk cracks, Saving our mothers backs; Our words can bring it all back. Words to share.

My fellowships blood abandoned my heart, In the turbulent motions of our souls and bodies. I felt an eddy in the river and I began to fall apart, I have power to build up and not just be somebody: Where's and when's- I am me, I am wild, I have no direction, I am nobody but my own, heart, mind, body, and soul.

We live in a world of stranger strangers than imagined, All of them weird and quirky in their own way everyday, Peers of pink and blue and Unimaginable hues, Know more and are wiser than ever were you.

Am I the last person to not ask or expect? I don't have a home, nor expect one. I have friends, but I do not deserve them, did not earn them, we are not the same, I hate everything you like because there is nothing I like

I am mad at everything, I hate it all What have you all done to the world, what have you done to me? I'm scared of our future, of mine You lie for yourself, victimize yourself We did this to you, you did this to us. What kind of fucked cycle is this? We don't recognize our importance, You lose yourself in the voices of Us Because you can't hear yourself Through the cacophony of media, We are on a straight path to hell.

How is the haze that you have been drifting in? Is it thick and dense and full of Turbulence? Does sitting in this throne of smoke make you feel alive? I hope you realize your real size before you choke on the lies and die. Youve been feeding yourself for so long, always thinking you couldn’t be wrong. It’s time to stop the fight that youve been waging against your life, it’s not worth the strife.

Plotting with the daffodils, Looking at the island hills Ocean, ocean You make me feel, Small and free

I didn’t cry as I tied the knot, I didn’t sigh as I slipped it over my head I never tried and that’s why I stand on this chair- From this high I can see my life before my eyes.