Freestyle writing

 

 

Party with me.

I feel free.

Inhale my trees.

Everybody`s friendly.

Shots in cups.

whats in mine?

I really don`t know.

Just good vibes,  i`m really tired.

But I`m hustling too hard, not too party harder.

Rolling joints,  while pouring my cup.

Watch out!

Watch me get crunk . My body moves in all the right ways.

Dim lights, smokey rooms, bitches and booze.

The type of nights I live for too smell the nasty of people in my nostrils.

Meeting strangers, having those strange strong connections. The realness of it all being a lie the next morning.

That outside air,  cool on our skin the wind blowing urging us to go in.

For what though? life is out here.

Time is no matter.

When we crash, that`ll be the end of it.

Just party with me.

Live!

 

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I love you — AnnAerB Jones

I think of you I need you I love you On and on my mind goes on about the words I wish to jot down Everyday it gets crazier Maybe more of an obsession This should be my profession I have been spewing words on paper since the fcat in fourth grade When I realized […]

via I love you — AnnAerB Jones

I love you

I think of you

I need you

I love you

On and on my mind goes on about the words I wish to jot down

Everyday it gets crazier

Maybe more of an obsession

This should be my profession

I have been spewing words on paper since the fcat in fourth grade

When I realized writing was the talent I held on to it

But life happens

should have paid more attention back then

So true

But I do not care

With all of our imperfections writing is still my boo

These words will be written

They will be heard

I believe in my love

 

I will post the audio for this poem on TUESDAYShttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYyOxIQYsB7vVgGL1WtYlzg/