Like an abandoned house, he sat empty. He was an overworked calloused hand. He once stood upon foundations built on sand. He was forgotten. He was stone. He was rotten meat on brittle bones. He was a shell. He sits on a thrown in his own private Hell. Well deserving of his title and his heavy crown. He is what happens when the mighty fall down. He is.
@RealisticPoetry Clownish Rhythm. A poem. x.com/ericpellinen/s…
@RealisticPoetry Clownish Rhythm. A poem. x.com/ericpellinen/s…
@RealisticPoetry Here, read my OJ poem.
@RealisticPoetry Here, read my OJ poem.
@RealisticPoetry Friday was good, And it passed very quick. Here comes the weekend, Let’s hope that it’s sick.
I’m painting pictures of hope and pray I never die broke My fam is all that I got bro I’m Hoping they know I’m painting Of love yo that’s all that I know My niggers willing to ride bro They willing to show They willing to get dough They been on the get go yeah yeah yeah yeah they been on the get go They been on the get go yea yeah yeah yeah They been on the get go music.apple.com/za/album/pictu…
@RealisticPoetry Left wrist glisten on sun Right wrist other side of the moon DX chop looking like an eclipse Hit a drift GT Eclipse 18 wheel Put them on 4th Gen (A Song I Made Yesterday) - Lewcid. 🌊💫