still in silence
i never can find that hustle and bustle of how minds get
wasted
i move third degree so i can move pacing
im affectionate distant
picture perfect busted and ridiculed
misused then queen treatment again
use them tools
fooled them smart this is where it starts or maybe ends
in the slanting of my pen
see angles so far away yet so close
opposites cancel out and the same so diranged people have too much time
animals arent in the matrix
like a large ark
replacements of a fallin spark
to the sky ground my heart lungs sound
metaphysics my pen hits doesnt touch
what?
tried to beat em join em
whats next before after past
speak write like a poetry scientist
song flow singing in my head body ass lungs ears ring
who cares? everyone noone
dont touch me touch me
i wanna be touched too
nah i dont maybe when i see taste feel it
for real it
for fake
i erupt just in case of which way this is going
still paced calm
its not moving

<~~~~~Stephanie (rolled outta bed) 5'8 hzl eyes curly hair

when unhooked/linked to a thing/person its nothing/proof that its being exposed/hidden
FYE= FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT THATS IT!
keep telling things/people about the revealed/secret male/female split