I strive for simplicity way past the complexities. victim of materialism. Nice nike dunks on, I treat em as if they have a soul in em. Get it, its sad at times the more I think about it. I used to be pure but somewhere I guess my vision clouded. Shout it! Tears for fears in my eye. Fearful, tears when I cry I sit alone in my room and think about how will I die. Will it end when I finally came to life. Or will I, strive through but die young from a bullet wound. Either way I hope I was happy doing what I love most. Laxing under a tree on a sunny day, staring at the clouds pondering my existence. Wondering if this is all a dream for someone who existed? Sitting outside and talking to these ghosts, in my head. Asking them how’s life in the after dead. Are my grandparents there or my dead fish, Fred? The shit I say is so ridiculous but have a piece of my mind taste the shit, its delicious….thoughts? I’m just a poet, a writer, a singer, an actor, artist that has no masters. Or bachelors, I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me how to think, or whats available to me. The world is my Oyster, The oyster is my aphrodisiac. Doing what turns me on you know whats gonna lead to that…..Thoughts?
What makes us fall? Gravity, am I right?
What makes us cry? People, am I right?
What makes us angry? When things don’t go right.
Yet, we get back up
As Humans thats what we are programmed to do
We never give up
Giving up is the worse insult you could deal to yourself
I’ve fallen, cried, rage quit, and punched a few holes in walls
But I never once gave up
Its never been in me, it’s not an option
Never give up never, not until your last breath
As you fought to the death
Softspoken where are you in my life!?
Metallic Red Jordan 1s in my line of sight
I’m doing the right thing in my minds eye, right?
Joining the Navy so I can look in the mirror and be proud of what I see
I’m tired of being left behind I want to do the opposite of shrink
I’m growing and becoming into my own existence
Behold, a new age existentialist
I’m a walking contradict minimalist and materialist
Thrift store apparel but my kick game is sick with it
I don’t really need the shit
I’d much rather give to charity
Sharing with these have nots and hoping they want to get like me
I stopped smoking the ganj
My clouded vision with a clouded mind is gone so now I can see in HD
My lungs are thanking me
My body was aching see from laying down and sitting on my hands
I had to get up, skipped the coffee, stepped outside and smelled the trees
Cherry blossoms, Maple, Oak, and Pine Trees
Not the Purple Haze, OG kush, and the Sour D
I like the sober me
that old me, I’m so over he
I’m gonna win so congratulate and acknowledge me
I’m getting there
Name: Samuel Crockett|
Age: 23 years old
Abilities:Drawing, Writing, etc
Special: ???? not unlocked
I write stories, I draw, write lyrics, take photos, collect sneakers, I'm a free thinker, I'm not religious, I'm not atheist, I just don't know. I read a lot of comics, Spider-man mainly. I read a lot of manga. I like to talk to people so ask me anything or just strike up a conversation.
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