so just a few minutes ago while carrying some blankets, my house shoe slips off my foot and i slide down three or 4 steps. thing is though my knee twisted an odd way, along with my ankle somehow, and i also hit my lower back upon sliding.
now my two cousins who were in the hall didn’t flinch. like, they don’t say shit. no, “you good, my nigga?”, nothing. all i hear is my aunt yelling from behind her closed room door: “who is that, who is that?”
now apparently, after i tell her it’s me, that i slipped, everyone goes back to doing whatever… meanwhile i’m downstairs in silent frustration from moderate pain.
excuse me if i sound like i’m in my feelings, but that’s fucked up.
while trying to figure out what to do with my bored x lonely self i came up with the idea of just writing the first thing that came to mind as Mozart’s “Requiem” played, only stopping when the song stopped. thankfully i don’t type very fast or this could have been super long. save the corrected spelling this is what came out below…
i wonder if
i wonder if i
my own if
it was too
of an ejaculation
and if so
tell me how it can be rectified
wish not to just be the one
guy who tries to love a tethered soul
far too soon
i could be selfish
the evidence is typed in no space
and Calibri font
the same size Jordan’s you wear in kids
i’ve been foolish enough even
to think way too ahead
i call it planning
dare even call it thinking ahead
for the future
just educated guesses
words want to come for
but they’re just
half cocked plans
who knows if you don’t
what does god know
who is he
and why won’t he make you do like the angels do
but to me.
instead i am foolish
you should have free will
but that will should be to return what
i wish to sacrifice for you
rappers/singers make mixtapes. i make chapbooks.
i’m not sure what happened but it seems to just cut off, unless it’s the comp i’m on. either way take a listen at this awesome wordplay of my friend.
…and the other two people(s) i told about it…
one day, you gon’ wake up, and it’s gon’ be th’re.
the internet will make a person switch up faster than going from broke to rich.
…as if i wasn’t scattered & self-exploited across the internet enough as it is i thought about making another blog to house the shit i write just for the fuck of it. i have to start practicing again because i have gotten really bad. but practice makes perfect.
not sure on all details but my tumblr & twitter accounts are always being used so peep that until i update shit.