Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"
Bio
Creating, writing, and reciting | Check out my podcast:
"Mount Mogul Podcast" available on Spotify, Apple and Google podcasts, etc. etc.
Stories (22/0)
A Package Deal
acted on the love but didn’t know where to place the hook, now i’m stuck at the beginning of this song like flippin your fingers through a book and reading the first sentence of each page. tried meditating, tried the sage. i’ll keep trying those and maybe some more stimulation.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"about a year ago in Poets
Rum Cake
light traffic road with Destin Conrad in the speakeeerr.. of a phone cause this 14 year-old radio been busted since August, of Last year. Slow whine of the window to let the sharp cold wind take over my finger tips; numbing the phalanges and freezing the forehead. Never thought to bring mits.18 years in the hot state so no way they could ever make a right fit.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"2 years ago in Poets
I Dream
I dream of the days I don’t have to cry nomore. Days i’m not tired and the bed don’t feel like i’m just sinking for hours and hours to the floor. Days I can find success in the things i’ve always loved and wanted the most. I dream of my loved ones coming back, to crack a couple crawfish for a feast to sit down for. I dream that I can one day relax. I grew up so fast, it just makes me feel like i’ve done all the work I could but there’s still so much I lack. These days aren’t like yesterday, a lot of the same conflict but not the general gist. I don’t want to back out and quit but get this. In a lot of occasions, this life shit feels overrated. I coast past by results and when the test will be graded.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"2 years ago in Poets
Read my Cries
Over 246 years of a ball and chain around my neck. Threatened to be lynched with a nuse and beat down when we wanna get cut loose, just disgusting. Torcher to the max, you put my people on their backs for what? Too much eye contact? Shoot, a black phone that looked suspect?
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"2 years ago in Poets
Doctor
You like to watch Grey’s Anatomy and play Doctor, think you gone be leavin' a mark. I’m just kicked back at the crib, healing w/ the patience for you to come save MY heart.. I'm not too far. A hop, a skip, and jumper cables gone kick start my nerves that I thought was away, for the next woman. You got that next seat in line, but the entry fee the same, I can’t go through that bull shit again. Hands up, finger pointed at you, bullets of blame, man I can’t fathom.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"2 years ago in Poets