The Boy Who Cried God

The Boy Who Cried God poems by leum

In Solitude The Stars Four Four Cerro San Cristóbal Black Wings Sky Third Act Palette Say Baby The Seconds I Am I The Boy Who Cried God Hai Light No Evil Crow Country Moments Momentarily Carried Poe Layman’s Terms & Conditions Ku Ki Candy Dump

for Jean Carlos Cudemos

In Solitude The Stars In solitude the stars I take.

By the eastern shoreline the sun and I met.

Every single breath I rest in peace.

And all the sea filled my eyes.

Four Four Foreshadowing foreclosure restitution forewords in an hour clocked full of hours forever through a minute with its years for only a second the longest moment.

Cerro San Cristรณbal Lord there

a city of smog padre

perdรณnalos porque no saben lo que hacen here a tree taller than the tallest building dentro del bosque sonriendo

Black Wings Sky sleepless immutable candles lit by my tears looking up looking down the sun, the sun

Third Act Palette for Pa I work in flowers an eye for an eye has left me without eyes my crows play dice with my doves the crab always picks at me with its claws eyes on all the walls I leave my name blank so someone else can write me in half of my life walks down the street en la ruta de las estrellas tomando y leyendo Mistral when your world sat on my shoulders all I see are broken hearts smiling obsidian and tall goes the sun

Say Baby say blue man on the wall where do you get your paint tour bus fantasia limited edition helipad vibes baby

The Seconds I Am for Charmeuse Am I a sung constellation yet Or am I the sun on a Sunday setting Armistice flowers in volta I can speak shadows on a mountain Yet eternity only once called you mine I'm writing you an evening Permanently, my tears go to you

I The eye inside i is scared of I Sticking candle trees in the New York City sky.

Y todavĂ­a las almas tratando de alcanzar Eterna vida en el ĂĄrbol del mar.

The Boy Who Cried God What size heart do you wear?

My heart was a thorn Carrying your demons Pouring over the sun Erasing the stars one by one.

The fulcrum of days are much Too light with my lips closed.

A bridge of chopsticks the river's song.

Butterflies & dragonflies the hardest to catch.

The process of alignment Swedish house mafia rules Shoeshining spam so Heavy a cloud mountain town.

In precipice to practice precise prejudice, I want to see poetry surround me.

El futuro vive aquĂ­ y habla mucho del pasado. & the forest's God in the palm of my hands.

Which world do you wall in?

Hai Grapefruit trees climbing Fuji's mount where Winter holds All the leaves for Spring.

Light No Evil local ravioli spaghetti illuminati native carving out shards off a plaque of the sun with thanks to the cold moon here is here where everyone goes on the same train your heart is a coffee bean roast of lemongrass with geranium in the falling sleep of a northern wind where all my troubles sing to you

Crow Country the devil wrapped a snake around our necks crows at our feet for days sleeping on the floorboard a concrete sidewalk up to our waste this sea of streetlights blinding our eyes wind blowing butterflies off our chests

Moments Momentarily Carried for Momoka your eyes the lips i wish to kiss in a year’s rain, my ikigai taking the train, missing the train

Poe for Edgar Allen Poe bio rolax polaroid paranoid pyramid god opening each letter in hopes for some love love love love love or cash, poe by the trash & it awe me, don’t fret but these ain’t my words following you casting a shadow wherever I look

Layman’s Terms & Conditions Highlighting only the bad words when abandoned at the crosswalks by friends holding hands with Death and all his friends reading only between the words.

Ignorant time, passionfruit tomorrow in our land, it was light sans serif yesterday, sheriff who filled today with sorrow.

Ku for Momoka dawn falls, dusk lanterns hanging off the newest moon I smiled just for you

Ki in a yellow book of light my hand moves cause the wind moves green leaves miles from the beach hearts and diamonds in my hands returning to dust my eyes

Candy It got quiet, the growing room in the moon.

I don’t remember you, I can't trust my eyes.

But from what mountain came apart poems?

I loiter about, count my friends and breaths.

Dump for Jahseh, xxxtentacion $1/∞ FUCK FUCK FUCK my mind is out of TIME in a place i cant erase / For the love of Lady Luck Shit in a Dump / not your own MOUTHS Minutes tell Minutes tell THERE IS no cure for salvation / rinse repeat Unlike a face written in the key of C you keep singing Lento in your sleep uuuuu all up in the streets #Trump being a little bitch Jah feels, my dude?— Red Brown Yellow Eminem’s between my teeth the blue and green touched by orange cliché’s.

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