Drought

Drought causes my lips to crack instead of drip,
They just drip dry because they have yet
To drip drop the words that keep them wet.

The words that vibe with my veins
Blood stains
Like I used to stain
College ruled sheets

nouns, vowels and adjectives
form my minds objectives
to crusify ignorance
with definitions

Since my lips no longer drip
I take sips of sin
to intoxicate
which accentuates
the darker areas of mentality

would you rather me
take the words that come naturally
or find the words that birth brutality
only one poet can exist within reality
and right now the one you wish to see
is suffering from aridity

the words dont come from the ride in my hips
they sip out when i part my lips
and the majestry drips
but when the moisture dries
I experience the pain of a drought
and only your liquid lament can pull me out.