ringboycliche-blog

[ringboycliche-blog]

I wrote this while trying to understand the gravity of my situation. Never make a promise you can’t keep to someone you love. It always comes back to haunt you.

[ringboycliche-blog]

I Wrote You A Poem. I’m sorry for everything.

The things I’ve said are things you can’t forget

They wrap around my head, I’m taking this to my death

Write them on my grave, We will never be the same

I had to run away, I was on the chase for fame

I couldn’t stop to breathe, I wouldn’t stop for the pain,

I only thought of me, and that’s the biggest shame

I smoke a lot of weed, girl I’ve always been this way

I don’t listen when I speak and that vein runs astray

I cut a hole in my heart with a blade with your name

So it was never really you, don’t escape with the blame

I’m inexcusable, nothing could make this okay

And Im sorry that for you I did the same.

I took what we made and I threw it in the flames

Just another bridge down, I didnt think in the fray

If I could walk on water, id still drown just to say that

I love you in my passing, thought about you every day

In my heart, I never felt a rift or a change

And now spirits lift my spirits when they drag along the pave-

Ment, what I meant to say, doesn’t mean shit cause,

Now I’m left with this mess and I don’t know how to clean it.

———

Put a price on my life, too high.

Had to humble down,

Now I really want to die

New guy from out of town

Hope he doesn’t cross your mind

Yea.

I hope I cross your mind.

———

I wake up faded. Yes I stopped eating.

You don’t even hate it, I suppose there’s no reason.

For me to even say it, like why am I even breathing?

Every star is jaded, so if you poke me you’ll be bleeding,

Yea. Don’t you fake it, no retreating.

But you could say the same, and I hate that you’d mean it

no look on my face, like why am I even breathing?

I could tell you that I’ve changed but I don’t really see it

I can only see how my mood swings with the seasons

And how every inch I gave, you gave back as a meter

I’m naked and afraid, in this wind imma teeter

I threw you in a blizzard, wrapped in chains,

“That’ll teach her.”

I can tell that pains the best teacher

Cause now I have a whole new aim for this visa

So I could run the fuck away and I will never have to see you

———-

Put a price on my life, too high.

Had to humble down,

Now I really want to die

New guy from out of town

Hope he doesn’t cross your mind

Yea.

I hope I cross your mind.

[ringboycliche-blog]

I cry to the thought of you. Your voice echoes through the hollow chambers of my mind. My mind would be totally empty if it weren’t for you. You still are keeping that fire maintained. You sit right at the hearth. I hope you are warm. Yet, I casted you into a blizzard and expected you to return; what a disappointment. I’ve been doing my own traveling. Step by step I feel farther from you. The problem with that is obvious, no? I can run if you chase me, but I can’t hide if you’re echoing through my mind. I cry when that happens. Your voice reminds me of my actions...my terribly undecided and miscommunicated decisions. Because of my passive suffering I am alone, because of my unwanted self-pity I destroyed the most beautiful home I have ever had, brick by brick. I can’t tell you what was going through my mind because I don’t remember. All I can say is that it was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt and the most painstaking thing I’ve ever done. I felt destroyed, obliterated, infuriated, burned alive...I can’t imagine how you felt. I can’t imagine how you feel. I threw you into the blizzard, I never told you why. I wanted to run away, I always want to run away and I always told you why. I just wish for once that I didn’t. I wish that I stayed and fought the hard fight. But now, I’m five months too late for wishes. And all I can do is ask for forgiveness, of any sort, And hope that things naturally go back to how they were, if that’s how it should be.

[ringboycliche-blog]

My brother and I found this outside of the gym we go to. COME ON DONNELL. YOU DESERVE BETTER. YOU'VE OUTGROWN ASHY LARRY.

[ringboycliche-blog]

I still be having night tremors like I'm 6 years old

[ringboycliche-blog]

Gimps Vs. Chickens

[ringboycliche-blog]

My heart

BROCKHAMPTON - SWAMP

Directed by Kevin Abstract

DP: Ashlan Grey

VFX: Kevin Doan + Henock Sileshi

Edit + Color by Henock Sileshi

Filmed & Shot in Van Nuys, Los Angeles, California, USA

[ringboycliche-blog]

The wave

Scottie - Animated Horror Short

[ringboycliche-blog]

I'm working on a new project. This will probably be the cover.

[ringboycliche-blog]

This is my gay dad, Kevin. He wants to be a popstar. Help him out.

[ringboycliche-blog]

Wow! Good stuff!

Ring boy Cliché goes harder than ya thought

[ringboycliche-blog]

Ring boy Cliché goes harder than ya thought

[ringboycliche-blog]

[ringboycliche-blog]

I'm so hyped for this upcoming week. I'm going to be directing like a mad man.

[ringboycliche-blog]

Wow! I wonder how hard this guy worked on this? if you were wondering,  THE ANSWER IS “VERY HARD”.