dagga.
last one for today, feel like i've been littering all over tildes and i dont want to be the only thing people see on the homepage.
i normally only do these like once a week, but i kept finding words that work today.
sorry for the clutter,
cheers.
bliky at the forehead
hit the floor dead.
i give you advice
so that i feel important
tell me to stay im
a little distorted
cross-faded vision
is going contorted
take off my seatbelt
and i start to floor it
fuck all your comments
i know its abhorrent
i only go out in the
night when it's dormant
in hopes that I'll see
a brick wall and ignore it
gorgeous.
tell me, do you cry or get lonely?
Do you ever feel soulless?
Do you ever stop and reminisce?
Baby I want to feel free.
Free.
(beat.)
dagga in die bak - smoke
til the morning
i just want you back
still hear you moaning
hard to look back,
know that you happened
hard to look back,
see what we had then
knife hits the floor, saying
what the fuck man
you're a grown man how
do you function
why do you do this
you're above this
Cus I don't know what's real
Baby I want to feel free
Free
Free
Free
bliky at the forehead
hit the floor dead.
i give you advice
so that i feel important
tell me to stay im
a little distorted
cross-faded vision
is going contorted
take off my seatbelt
and i start to floor it
fuck all your comments
i know its abhorrent
i only go out in the
night when it's dormant
in hopes that I'll see
a brick wall and ignore it
it's gorgeous.
Haven't seen the word "dagga" mentioned in any writing since I left South Africa.
Got to admit, I kind of hate the language because we had to learn it at school, and I'd have much preferred to learn Zulu, Xhosa or Sotho. But that's a disdain of the school curriculum, not the language.
The lines:
i give you advice
so that i feel important
really jarred me. But in a good way.
Your writing reads like lyrics from a punk song. Have you ever put them to music?