2018 by DylanSeto, literature
Literature
2018
Only this past year am I beginning to learn the value of crying. For me, it’s become a constant reminder to always strive for better. Boys DO cry but I don’t think I shed a tear for the majority of my teenage years. Still, it remains my favorite period of life I’ve had a chance to live so far. It’s funny because I would constantly wish for life to end while it was happening but now, I would go back to relive those moments if I could. Not to do anything differently, just to bask in the innocence.
I felt really lost the last couple of years. I’m still kind of lost. Life is fragile and I feel like I haven’t a
FLINT by DylanSeto, literature
Literature
FLINT
You bring the sun around...
You were in love with another man,
I guess that should not matter.
All I wanted was a fortune
'cause all our friends back home get divorces,
Trying to move against all of forces,
On the road, keep it steady, got legs like a horse's.
Meet a french girl on a train in Saint-Lucia,
9 months after the beach, we'll call the daughter Karma
Just dreaming, but it's real.
If we're not living in hell, then inhale.
life goes on, homie, that's one thing I'm learning.
If life goes on, that's one thing I'm learning.
I get stuck when I think of you.
Just tell me what's real,
flowers don't talk to me.
When I go...
When I go my
BREAK by DylanSeto, literature
Literature
BREAK
Oh you're were kid from school
that robbed them fools
that messed with that little girl
'cause the homies do that.
Yeah, pass her like a blunt.
Daddy's was the run.
"Lover this ain't real."
Fuck it that's how she feel.
How you gon' be a star bruh,
This the most you ever spoke. bruh.
But you keep your chin up
With a rope and neck hung.
Made your momma scream
When she found your note
On the kitchen counter
With all the blood around ya.
you ruled this suburban town.
You're were the man around.
Make the shots like Kubrick.
There was room for two
Right here in this closet, but nah.
Your brother crying now.
Your sister crying out.
Your parents cr
The Whale And The Squid by DylanSeto, literature
Literature
The Whale And The Squid
mama taught me the birds and the bees;
you taught me the whale and the squid,
underwater, reading being & nothingness,
still can't find the white whales, behind
a looking glass, tropical weather
under our nose but baby boys
don't swim in mud, so I apologize
if the monsters don't jump out the water.
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