Grandmother, Grandmother by Anton Summers


Living in a house with emotions and feelings,Trying to get over the depressing appeals,Seeing your grandmother present multiple catastrophes in the rage of anxiety.

 The color of her skin is like dirty tan paint, the roughness of her flesh presents the scales of a poisonous snake.

 Her eyes are dim like the windows of a house, her strength is like quicksand and soft soil which melts to the ground.

 Her jaw is like the heaviness of a brick which gives her pain when she speaks, her life is at its fine end like a decaying roof of an ancient house of the old times, when you touch it, it falls like dust to the ground.

 When it’s over she will meet her creator and face the reality that she will live in a place much worse, hell to be exact, it will eat her like a lion eats its prey, she will never see the outside of the those gates unless she gets saved before that day.

 What is your life is it like my grandmother’s and like a deserted house or is it much more, like a new house that was just built.

What are you?

What are you?

What are you?




Trust by J.V.C.


You don’t need to save me cause y’all just play me

Call me ignorant, lazy, but y’all are just being shady

Trust and believe me I’m not being greedy

But it’s my hunger for life you’ll be seeing

You ask what trust means and best believe me

It’s when I can believe everything is safe for me

But it’s always your envy I see in thee

It’s your jealousy in you that’s gonna deflate me

So when you walk by me and I don’t respond fellas

Don’t act like the world’s is at its end and hells broke loose fellas

If you only seen or been thru the stuff I’ve seen fellas

Then trust and believe there’s a reason when I block y’all off fellas

Untitled by shadow


dancing in a midnight street.

smoke my only friend, music causing my naivety.

neighbors see me like a fool, i live unending anxiety.

i don’t see the source, oh god this is a war.

i won’t complain tho. i’ve grown to adore my lonely ventures.

there’s a beauty in my torturous pleasure, so don’t chase me down, i know ya wouldn’t anyway.

so all i sing is hey, ayy, if you wanna love me, call me, pull me from the death i love.