Runnin By, Shakkan Kan
Runnin

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shakkankan Shakkan Kan a poet from Cleveland, Ohio.
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I can’t freestyle so I write my words with this mental pencil as insomnia keep me clear of the sleeping hollows in the woods where I get lost and misunderstood because I can’t keep myself understood when I talk weird through the wire and through the mic I speak graceful only if my mouth wasn’t to get dry.

Runnin By, Shakkan Kan

I can’t freestyle so I write my words with this mental pencil as insomnia keep me clear of the sleeping hollows in the woods where I get lost and misunderstood because I can’t keep

myself understood when I talk weird through the wire and through the mic I speak graceful only if my mouth wasn’t to get dry.

I run in circles with my own emotions getting nowhere in my own cycle.

So repeat the verse with the lamp on, only light I have on, so I keep myself pushing when the dirt pills up against me, I can’t risk this only happiness I sprouted in me.

Keeping away the ashes while blowing smoke from ugly faces unveiling monsters before me. Demons they want me, my own demons they haunt me, so I keep away the ashes and blow smoke away.

Computers aren’t my only visual escape due to yesterday losing a friend due to my mistake now I am caught in the rain crying words confessing my mistakes.

Runnin’ in dreams is slow so I run faster in reality to goals I hope to accomplish one day. It’s a Shakkan art thing I don’t expect many to see it as my vision intake.

I’m a hopeless romantic in a wasteland digging and burying my own coffin wishing I was dead. Dark sentences I know it’s a made mistake to make it so late in the day.

I’m runnin and runnin and still getting nowhere, but I could sleep and see the skip of the day, or lie awake and watch night turn into day. It’s a cold day running in circles.

I can’t freestyle so I write my words with this mental pencil as insomnia keep me clear of the sleeping hollows in the woods where I get lost and misunderstood because I can’t

myself understood when I talk weird through the wire and through the mic I speak graceful only if my mouth wasn’t to get dry.

I run in circles with my own emotions getting nowhere in my own cycle.

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