Hi August,
You are here,
Summer is almost over,
But don’t you fear,
We are going to have some fun,
Before the summer disappear,
If you hear this message,
Put two hands in the air.
Well hi friends and peeps of the blog, it’s a new month and I am refreshed in my journey to write more creatively. I hope you are open and ready. I have simple BIG announcements, and funs interactive moments to share with you. So let’s start off by listing 2 things to look for and aim for in August.
I hope you receive them well, and I also will be celebrating you and your creative works as well.
So in the most creepy voice, I will find you and appreciate the heck out of you.
See you soon.
Asking me,
Debating,
Hating,
Too late,
Faking,
Raking in views,
If you don’t f with me,
I don’t f with you,
Shoot if you want,
I got armor,
I throw bombs,
And I am a problem,
And also solve them.
Photo by Olav Ahrens Røtne
Cant believe what I am about to say,
Wishing everything goes my way,
Like you,
So I can choose to follow,
Or choose to watch,
You go,
Further away,
Wherever far or near,
In a moments time,
You could disappear,
Until,
The moment I touched you,
I gently tapped you on the back,
And you turned around to see,
I met you,
My future wife.
You don’t got to like me,
Nor Even look my way,
For I am going to do that damn thing,
Anyhow,
Either way,
Just know I am here to live my truth,
Be awesome when I can,
All in all,
I am the man,
Or woman. 🙂
Tell the haters back up
Photo by Charles Etoroma
Yapping, yapping, yapping,
Clapping, clapping, clapping,
Capping, Capping, Capping,
Why won’t you shut the fudge up,
Like damn,
Your mouth is just running,
Like it’s on auto pilot,
Like god damn,
Shit,
Why are you always talking?
I walk away,
You follow,
I close the door,
You open it,
I put on headphones,
You start to talk in sign languages,
I feel like there is no escaping,
I think to myself,
What the fudge did I do?
Do I deserve this pain,
That’s coming from you,
Unless,
There is something more severe,
I am losing my damn mind,
Things are getting weird,
For all I want to do,
Is plot,
How to get you to shut the fudge up,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
I can hear my own thoughts,
And stop blocking my own blessings,
From someone using up,
Or have used up all their time,
On the clock,
I am fitting to clock out,
And three hundred this clown,
In chest or in the face,
With a roundhouse…
