cheers darlin’
here’s to you
my last toast of
dark hot brew
after the summer sky
dies, and words in
my blood
become cold and
wise
i will drink
you to freeze
myself, just like
those alive and
broken few.
blood
Starboy
I’m a growing
Icelandic shark
all grown-assed, I can
admit now
I have multiple heads
one that smells of
merlot and noir
another full of cold-
blooded diamonds
& often times under the moonlight
it seems, as if the eyeballs
have been sharpied
inside the sockets
I’m still learning how
to hold a hand and
walk through
or drink the leftover
blood from the skull
of others
my hands don’t warm
me and I like slipping
out of myself
often, leaving no hands
to take the lead &
puppet me
my dreams feel like
being sucked into
the sky & I lift, but
it is so quiet.
shhh…
I can hardly breathe
please, hold my hand.
it is such a pleasure
to be not dead and
walking through
this place, with you.
Greatness
Never take greatness for granted.
Because greatness is not gifted.
It’s earned.
On the track.
On the field.
In the gym.
In your room.
On your computer.
When the code isn’t working.
When everyone has already left.
When the creativity isn’t flowing through.
When you have no fucking idea of what’s happening.
When you wanna leave too.
But you don’t.
You stay there.
And do what you’re supposed to do.
And even more…
Because you know
You can’t earn greatness without
blood, sweat and
occasional tear.
So never take it for granted.
EVER.
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