Self

I spent the last year on the ceiling
Spinning & spilling my feelings
Looking for a critic
But I couldn't find one who lived it
Dropping dreams because the world seemd so cold
I isolated myself
Contemplated myself
& started to hate myself
.....but I'll wait like I always have

Promise

Speaking facetious, as if I was conceited.....
Letters to the next, like promise me (that) you'll just read it....
I promised no keeping secrets...
Now all promises are deleted...
Its like I was with baby...
But you the one ain't keep it...
No, I don't know where your key is...
& honestly you can keep it...
Cause all the locks done changed...
& I promise you'll never need it...
That's the promise I'm keeping....

Kingism by Janishia S.

My king | my kind funny loving me as his queen and his rock his back bone ....my my how the tables were jolted & rocked  my my how the comedy turns tragic how the laughter turns irritation  how Funny how Tragic
Undreamed images are imagined in the image : the image of my king
Tilted & bonded : my king
Finger snaps & blinks of n eyes
Depict time & an imagery
I saw u
fully & openly
I drank you
In a raw state
In a weakened state
In the don't trust me state
With you state
In an I'm for thy self & you will and mean nothing to me moment
This An ego-tripping nightmare
Snap "wake up " still stuck new image new sound same Shit new day , I see you my ostentatious king  through  degraded imagery my king your nothing but a court gesture In a designer clown suit