u/kleric_of_klerks1

Hello I just released 1 of the 2 albums im releasing back to back next one is releasing tomorrow. I already pitched to Spotify playlists and such. as well as reaching out to one youtube reviewer so far. but im not quite too sure on how to proceed with getting out there. I had plans to work on music videos for the past couple weeks but unfortunately plenty of life stuff came up. just wanted to get yalld opinions. I've been posting and promoting on reddit and all my other social media's as much as I can.

thxxx

alternative rnb-ish song let me know what you think. Will be released on all platforms someday.

so close to reanimation thru my process itsa process. line a wris’ then take a whiff of something ostrice. earth. struggle thru the process. new tongue new tongue u gota use it now. so many new things that u’ve got to figure out. itsa poem, haiku, you’ll get it figured out. itsa bottle itsa mother itsa ‘nother drought. feelin’ bottled in a pop you’d hear it fizzle out. packed in, im passin’, im only thirty now. i had a muscle that’d tussle, throw a fit, or drown. i guess the springing of a youngin’ can’t be suspended. life dependent. co-repressin’ new shit thru newer memories. i’ve been savin’, still favourin’ weirder shit i envy. trojan horse trojan horse, itsa coded simile. feela twinge where ur heart used to be. i wrote this instead of making a song abt it. if u hear it u really know where my mind is always at. so ur me in another life. unless ur me. then itsa poetic threat. like a jpeg telling png’s to get their quality up. im ——. brother i need some feeling; im not given time. needa dime for every second i been used for mine. like a quarter rest. rest a quarter on my chest and let it weigh my set. heartfelt. had to buckle tears like they were percocet. unpredictable like any drum i pick. let her choose. never me who it could have been. never was on a mind besides the ones that i never kept. \[excerpt. \] had to think abt my life and all i come to is a rock where i sat with my boy friend and all we did was only talk; had a talk. told me he — and i told him that. trusted no one ever after, i had my brother that i couldn’t shock. and family means less than friendship. love is a thing that i’ll never get. plus itsa thing i won’t ever get. disappear thru the ground like its sediment. me. not the love. that’s debatable im probably being underzealous. im dwelling on my feelings as the ceiling glides past, a whole year just flew by. moments; people i shared life with are now never to be spoken to. moments. i had convos that were more like joy than even life. and now i need to spit at the ground every time i hear their name in spite? i get it. but wow. i was a part of it and im not proud. had a lot of time with it but just now…it hit. white ferrari. that’s the track that brought it forth to me. had every piece of the puzzle but at a glance u see nothing i had to muzzle my sessions and cuddle up to my poems. this is a moment. but ain’t nobody to share it wit’. every person i had, push em out of my head and i’d just pray i never think abt it. but here i’m thinking about it. if i go thru with my process then it’s effective and approved. don’t follow suit i want some peace before the soot and doom. hell waiting. that’s my reasoning. i hope u enjoy all of the seasons that u livin’ in. i hope u can handle all that u don’t share wit’ them. all of the people i couldn’t save are in. ima see u in another life cus suicide don’t end. I put ten thousand hours into hating, loving, securing. never considered that i’m wrong in assuming i deserve a chance to be procuring. what i want. steady love and attention, i’m studying market attention and holding up all my ends on the scene as i’m managing it myself. it’s insufferable to have to be myself and know that i’ve fucked it up this bad. never had a moment of clarity, always overly sad. i’ve probably just been a burden. stacking up all my earnings and throwin’ ‘em out “i’m yearning!”…i say to a sky, uncertain of a returning message, but all i knew was that i couldn’t mesh it. ima self harm addict. smoke habits. sabotage fanatic. real drug hammock. on poor man acid, liquor makes it happen. heard that niggas die of liquor so give my liver more of that. it’d take a heart attack to bring me back. can’t hold my self, and my self ain’t too supportive. halves going down the drain like it’s been an orchard. my wife draining my eyes of their cerebellum. can’t heal ‘em ima motherfucking lose ‘em. can’t choose ‘em, let ‘em come in as they prusing; feed me to the goat all while the devil is a nuisance. It’s been hours, if an hour passes each time that time collapses, since the moments which i bedazzle in my hazardous mind with stats that can’t combine as they measure in and out, all of my crimes, clearly a sight to behold is the dimes i collect, i share no respect, no elder can hold what i say or what i do against the people, i see they’re faithful and i clear my throat and speak in see-through. i can’t succumb to the same illness. there’s been manslaughter in my heart that makes me feel stillness. Goodbye I say as a pleasantry but as a conscious thought I remark to myself that it really is a final one. i say it to the friend, the phone, the ceiling, the gun? I move throughout the motions without taking note or appealing i wanna feel it. i hope i get it better than any other i see it’s possible like it had been for him. favourite one. would’ve been proud even if he saw me writing like a child. it’ll be over now. markings on me. i see it proudly. take my life by the waistband and instill it with fright. it’ll be quite a night for me. i’ll never live it down, or me i wouldn’t be too often. i’ll never be me again. i’ll never be him again. i want to be her. it’ll be a settlement altar when i offer to take it off her. i take the weight of the tinted glass ceiling and mix it with all the third wheeling and ship it off to be bad feelings. that’s what it’s ‘posed to be. goodbye.

so close to reanimation thru my process itsa process. line a wris’ then take a whiff of something ostrice. earth. struggle thru the process. new tongue new tongue u gota use it now. so many new things that u’ve got to figure out. itsa poem, haiku, you’ll get it figured out. itsa bottle itsa mother itsa ‘nother drought. feelin’ bottled in a pop you’d hear it fizzle out. packed in, im passin’, im only thirty now. i had a muscle that’d tussle, throw a fit, or drown. i guess the springing of a youngin’ can’t be suspended. life dependent. co-repressin’ new shit thru newer memories. i’ve been savin’, still favourin’ weirder shit i envy. trojan horse trojan horse, itsa coded simile. feela twinge where ur heart used to be. i wrote this instead of making a song abt it. if u hear it u really know where my mind is always at. so ur me in another life. unless ur me. then itsa poetic threat. like a jpeg telling png’s to get their quality up. im ——. brother i need some feeling; im not given time. needa dime for every second i been used for mine. like a quarter rest. rest a quarter on my chest and let it weigh my set. heartfelt. had to buckle tears like they were percocet. unpredictable like any drum i pick. let her choose. never me who it could have been. never was on a mind besides the ones that i never kept. [excerpt. ] had to think abt my life and all i come to is a rock where i sat with my boy friend and all we did was only talk; had a talk. told me he — and i told him that. trusted no one ever after, i had my brother that i couldn’t shock. and family means less than friendship. love is a thing that i’ll never get. plus itsa thing i won’t ever get. disappear thru the ground like its sediment. me. not the love. that’s debatable im probably being underzealous. im dwelling on my feelings as the ceiling glides past, a whole year just flew by. moments; people i shared life with are now never to be spoken to. moments. i had convos that were more like joy than even life. and now i need to spit at the ground every time i hear their name in spite? i get it. but wow. i was a part of it and im not proud. had a lot of time with it but just now…it hit. white ferrari. that’s the track that brought it forth to me. had every piece of the puzzle but at a glance u see nothing i had to muzzle my sessions and cuddle up to my poems. this is a moment. but ain’t nobody to share it wit’. every person i had, push em out of my head and i’d just pray i never think abt it. but here i’m thinking about it. if i go thru with my process then it’s effective and approved. don’t follow suit i want some peace before the soot and doom. hell waiting. that’s my reasoning. i hope u enjoy all of the seasons that u livin’ in. i hope u can handle all that u don’t share wit’ them. all of the people i couldn’t save are in. ima see u in another life cus suicide don’t end. I put ten thousand hours into hating, loving, securing. never considered that i’m wrong in assuming i deserve a chance to be procuring. what i want. steady love and attention, i’m studying market attention and holding up all my ends on the scene as i’m managing it myself. it’s insufferable to have to be myself and know that i’ve fucked it up this bad. never had a moment of clarity, always overly sad. i’ve probably just been a burden. stacking up all my earnings and throwin’ ‘em out “i’m yearning!”…i say to a sky, uncertain of a returning message, but all i knew was that i couldn’t mesh it. ima self harm addict. smoke habits. sabotage fanatic. real drug hammock. on poor man acid, liquor makes it happen. heard that niggas die of liquor so give my liver more of that. it’d take a heart attack to bring me back. can’t hold my self, and my self ain’t too supportive. halves going down the drain like it’s been an orchard. my wife draining my eyes of their cerebellum. can’t heal ‘em ima motherfucking lose ‘em. can’t choose ‘em, let ‘em come in as they prusing; feed me to the goat all while the devil is a nuisance. It’s been hours, if an hour passes each time that time collapses, since the moments which i bedazzle in my hazardous mind with stats that can’t combine as they measure in and out, all of my crimes, clearly a sight to behold is the dimes i collect, i share no respect, no elder can hold what i say or what i do against the people, i see they’re faithful and i clear my throat and speak in see-through. i can’t succumb to the same illness. there’s been manslaughter in my heart that makes me feel stillness. Goodbye I say as a pleasantry but as a conscious thought I remark to myself that it really is a final one. i say it to the friend, the phone, the ceiling, the gun? I move throughout the motions without taking note or appealing i wanna feel it. i hope i get it better than any other i see it’s possible like it had been for him. favourite one. would’ve been proud even if he saw me writing like a child. it’ll be over now. markings on me. i see it proudly. take my life by the waistband and instill it with fright. it’ll be quite a night for me. i’ll never live it down, or me i wouldn’t be too often. i’ll never be me again. i’ll never be him again. i want to be her. it’ll be a settlement altar when i offer to take it off her. i take the weight of the tinted glass ceiling and mix it with all the third wheeling and ship it off to be bad feelings. that’s what it’s ‘posed to be. goodbye.

so close to reanimation thru my process itsa process. line a wris’ then take a whiff of something ostrice. earth. struggle thru the process. new tongue new tongue u gota use it now. so many new things that u’ve got to figure out. itsa poem, haiku, you’ll get it figured out. itsa bottle itsa mother itsa ‘nother drought. feelin’ bottled in a pop you’d hear it fizzle out. packed in, im passin’, im only thirty now. i had a muscle that’d tussle, throw a fit, or drown. i guess the springing of a youngin’ can’t be suspended. life dependent. co-repressin’ new shit thru newer memories. i’ve been savin’, still favourin’ weirder shit i envy. trojan horse trojan horse, itsa coded simile. feela twinge where ur heart used to be. i wrote this instead of making a song abt it. if u hear it u really know where my mind is always at. so ur me in another life. unless ur me. then itsa poetic threat. like a jpeg telling png’s to get their quality up. im ——. brother i need some feeling; im not given time. needa dime for every second i been used for mine. like a quarter rest. rest a quarter on my chest and let it weigh my set. heartfelt. had to buckle tears like they were percocet. unpredictable like any drum i pick. let her choose. never me who it could have been. never was on a mind besides the ones that i never kept. [excerpt. ] had to think abt my life and all i come to is a rock where i sat with my boy friend and all we did was only talk; had a talk. told me he — and i told him that. trusted no one ever after, i had my brother that i couldn’t shock. and family means less than friendship. love is a thing that i’ll never get. plus itsa thing i won’t ever get. disappear thru the ground like its sediment. me. not the love. that’s debatable im probably being underzealous. im dwelling on my feelings as the ceiling glides past, a whole year just flew by. moments; people i shared life with are now never to be spoken to. moments. i had convos that were more like joy than even life. and now i need to spit at the ground every time i hear their name in spite? i get it. but wow. i was a part of it and im not proud. had a lot of time with it but just now…it hit. white ferrari. that’s the track that brought it forth to me. had every piece of the puzzle but at a glance u see nothing i had to muzzle my sessions and cuddle up to my poems. this is a moment. but ain’t nobody to share it wit’. every person i had, push em out of my head and i’d just pray i never think abt it. but here i’m thinking about it. if i go thru with my process then it’s effective and approved. don’t follow suit i want some peace before the soot and doom. hell waiting. that’s my reasoning. i hope u enjoy all of the seasons that u livin’ in. i hope u can handle all that u don’t share wit’ them. all of the people i couldn’t save are in. ima see u in another life cus suicide don’t end. I put ten thousand hours into hating, loving, securing. never considered that i’m wrong in assuming i deserve a chance to be procuring. what i want. steady love and attention, i’m studying market attention and holding up all my ends on the scene as i’m managing it myself. it’s insufferable to have to be myself and know that i’ve fucked it up this bad. never had a moment of clarity, always overly sad. i’ve probably just been a burden. stacking up all my earnings and throwin’ ‘em out “i’m yearning!”…i say to a sky, uncertain of a returning message, but all i knew was that i couldn’t mesh it. ima self harm addict. smoke habits. sabotage fanatic. real drug hammock. on poor man acid, liquor makes it happen. heard that niggas die of liquor so give my liver more of that. it’d take a heart attack to bring me back. can’t hold my self, and my self ain’t too supportive. halves going down the drain like it’s been an orchard. my wife draining my eyes of their cerebellum. can’t heal ‘em ima motherfucking lose ‘em. can’t choose ‘em, let ‘em come in as they prusing; feed me to the goat all while the devil is a nuisance. It’s been hours, if an hour passes each time that time collapses, since the moments which i bedazzle in my hazardous mind with stats that can’t combine as they measure in and out, all of my crimes, clearly a sight to behold is the dimes i collect, i share no respect, no elder can hold what i say or what i do against the people, i see they’re faithful and i clear my throat and speak in see-through. i can’t succumb to the same illness. there’s been manslaughter in my heart that makes me feel stillness. Goodbye I say as a pleasantry but as a conscious thought I remark to myself that it really is a final one. i say it to the friend, the phone, the ceiling, the gun? I move throughout the motions without taking note or appealing i wanna feel it. i hope i get it better than any other i see it’s possible like it had been for him. favourite one. would’ve been proud even if he saw me writing like a child. it’ll be over now. markings on me. i see it proudly. take my life by the waistband and instill it with fright. it’ll be quite a night for me. i’ll never live it down, or me i wouldn’t be too often. i’ll never be me again. i’ll never be him again. i want to be her. it’ll be a settlement altar when i offer to take it off her. i take the weight of the tinted glass ceiling and mix it with all the third wheeling and ship it off to be bad feelings. that’s what it’s ‘posed to be. goodbye.

so close to reanimation thru my process itsa process. line a wris’ then take a whiff of something ostrice. earth. struggle thru the process. new tongue new tongue u gota use it now. so many new things that u’ve got to figure out. itsa poem, haiku, you’ll get it figured out. itsa bottle itsa mother itsa ‘nother drought. feelin’ bottled in a pop you’d hear it fizzle out. packed in, im passin’, im only thirty now. i had a muscle that’d tussle, throw a fit, or drown. i guess the springing of a youngin’ can’t be suspended. life dependent. co-repressin’ new shit thru newer memories. i’ve been savin’, still favourin’ weirder shit i envy. trojan horse trojan horse, itsa coded simile. feela twinge where ur heart used to be. i wrote this instead of making a song abt it. if u hear it u really know where my mind is always at. so ur me in another life. unless ur me. then itsa poetic threat. like a jpeg telling png’s to get their quality up. im ——. brother i need some feeling; im not given time. needa dime for every second i been used for mine. like a quarter rest. rest a quarter on my chest and let it weigh my set. heartfelt. had to buckle tears like they were percocet. unpredictable like any drum i pick. let her choose. never me who it could have been. never was on a mind besides the ones that i never kept. [excerpt. ] had to think abt my life and all i come to is a rock where i sat with my boy friend and all we did was only talk; had a talk. told me he — and i told him that. trusted no one ever after, i had my brother that i couldn’t shock. and family means less than friendship. love is a thing that i’ll never get. plus itsa thing i won’t ever get. disappear thru the ground like its sediment. me. not the love. that’s debatable im probably being underzealous. im dwelling on my feelings as the ceiling glides past, a whole year just flew by. moments; people i shared life with are now never to be spoken to. moments. i had convos that were more like joy than even life. and now i need to spit at the ground every time i hear their name in spite? i get it. but wow. i was a part of it and im not proud. had a lot of time with it but just now…it hit. white ferrari. that’s the track that brought it forth to me. had every piece of the puzzle but at a glance u see nothing i had to muzzle my sessions and cuddle up to my poems. this is a moment. but ain’t nobody to share it wit’. every person i had, push em out of my head and i’d just pray i never think abt it. but here i’m thinking about it. if i go thru with my process then it’s effective and approved. don’t follow suit i want some peace before the soot and doom. hell waiting. that’s my reasoning. i hope u enjoy all of the seasons that u livin’ in. i hope u can handle all that u don’t share wit’ them. all of the people i couldn’t save are in. ima see u in another life cus suicide don’t end. I put ten thousand hours into hating, loving, securing. never considered that i’m wrong in assuming i deserve a chance to be procuring. what i want. steady love and attention, i’m studying market attention and holding up all my ends on the scene as i’m managing it myself. it’s insufferable to have to be myself and know that i’ve fucked it up this bad. never had a moment of clarity, always overly sad. i’ve probably just been a burden. stacking up all my earnings and throwin’ ‘em out “i’m yearning!”…i say to a sky, uncertain of a returning message, but all i knew was that i couldn’t mesh it. ima self harm addict. smoke habits. sabotage fanatic. real drug hammock. on poor man acid, liquor makes it happen. heard that niggas die of liquor so give my liver more of that. it’d take a heart attack to bring me back. can’t hold my self, and my self ain’t too supportive. halves going down the drain like it’s been an orchard. my wife draining my eyes of their cerebellum. can’t heal ‘em ima motherfucking lose ‘em. can’t choose ‘em, let ‘em come in as they prusing; feed me to the goat all while the devil is a nuisance. It’s been hours, if an hour passes each time that time collapses, since the moments which i bedazzle in my hazardous mind with stats that can’t combine as they measure in and out, all of my crimes, clearly a sight to behold is the dimes i collect, i share no respect, no elder can hold what i say or what i do against the people, i see they’re faithful and i clear my throat and speak in see-through. i can’t succumb to the same illness. there’s been manslaughter in my heart that makes me feel stillness. Goodbye I say as a pleasantry but as a conscious thought I remark to myself that it really is a final one. i say it to the friend, the phone, the ceiling, the gun? I move throughout the motions without taking note or appealing i wanna feel it. i hope i get it better than any other i see it’s possible like it had been for him. favourite one. would’ve been proud even if he saw me writing like a child. it’ll be over now. markings on me. i see it proudly. take my life by the waistband and instill it with fright. it’ll be quite a night for me. i’ll never live it down, or me i wouldn’t be too often. i’ll never be me again. i’ll never be him again. i want to be her. it’ll be a settlement altar when i offer to take it off her. i take the weight of the tinted glass ceiling and mix it with all the third wheeling and ship it off to be bad feelings. that’s what it’s ‘posed to be. goodbye.

(Digital Diary, Blog, Poetry, Non-fiction)

i write fairly short articles about whatever random things i think of and or encounter in life. usually discussing life, depression, seasons, poetry, philosophy and plenty of entropious things. dk if that's a word don't judge me.

i write for myself but in a way where i know whoever reads it will probably be entertained throughout. my stuffs target audience is probably people who enjoy laid back substacks, nothing crazy going on just a digital diary. it's just a blog nothing too deep.

Check it out if ur cool!

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0n9mI0OceaACBhj1Vhry6C?si=6nqxwRs-SDm8kz86a7J2dQ

bandcamp:

https://ryliefr.bandcamp.com/album/the-new-gothic

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