All these helping prompts I’d rather write my own

Something doesn’t seem right scrolling on my phone

I could tell your irritated I could hear the groans

Who would have known I have poems on my phone

Been a long time so my watch might be rusty

Nothing like the pen to me nothing like the dusty

Eraser marks on my notepad when I’m im sad

So bad nothing I do is making it right

Out of sight out of mind pieces missing have to find

I’m alone we’re alone but that shit does not define

Me or what we stand for three is what I came for

One is not enough I’m negative I need more

Thoughts are in a spiral like all I do is spin vinyl

Patient inspiration is needed to complete cycle

I know that most of you can careless about words

In my world a single syllable can make me hurt