People can’t smell their own shit, like they have something up their noses.
They don’t even bother to flush the toilet.
That stench could make this whole place a hazard zone.
Read all about it.
There’s knives in backs, children slain, and money missing out of wallets.
These mask are impeccable,
Who are the cosmetologist?
Quite plastic you are, because you don’t feel a thing.
Your smile is misery’s company.
Am I your pain medicine?
When you’re hurting, you use me, and abuse me.
Leaving me clueless & empty.
Vacant like the lots that surround our inner cities.
In the shadows of the Hollywood lights –
Do the people who don’t have property own the streets, or is this war?
I have the tattoos of a warrior,
Inexperienced perceptions of being ready for the battle,
I fought back.
Revealing contusions deeper than trenches
Thankfully, spirits cannot be paralyzed.
But surely they can be idle.
Fairy tale endings don’t exist in this nightmare.
I told you I’d never leave you, and you abandoned me.
I guess along with depression, vanity is your companion, because
They are the only two things that seem to last in this material world
where wearing aura isn’t fashionable, but
Lady Gaga’s doing something right.
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There’s parent-less children, starving countries, corruption in knowledge, and misuse of power!
Why should we pay to go to college if I am the future?
People should learn to invest in tomorrow.
Trying to drink from the fountain of youth,
When did it become so hard to swallow?
You’ve been marinating for some years,
Give thanks for the time borrowed.
Like napkins you can’t give it back, at least not the way you accepted it.
What do all these preconceived beliefs of being immaculate mean?
Days continue to elapse.
I’ve been pregnant with this piece.
I don’t know about you, but I came out the womb screaming!
Hanging by a thread they cut without my permission.
I was covered in blood, they should’ve gave me a few more minutes
Before cutting off my oxygen, my food supply…..most importantly my mother & I’s connection.
So you see, you cant get clean, if you haven’t been dirty.
And just because you’re standing now, doesn’t mean that you are sturdy.
Unless you’re a palm tree?
Deceivingly slim, surprisingly strong.
I use to think the dew on grass were tears from trees, because they were lonely.
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Don’t follow the shadows, they can’t see where they’re headed.
The blind leading the blind is a misconception.
My pen is my weapon,
That only spreads love.
Every stranger could use one.
“Outside it’s dark and dismal.
Inside I feel like summer.”
You have such pretty wrists,
with veins ready to erupt.
After the rush returns, the agony continues haunting you like nightmare filled sleep.
In your broken reality describe beauty.
Smiling can be deceiving;
Eyes become narratives in what seems to be fiction.
Depicting tall tales, while everyone looks down on you.
The skies are grey and spotting silver linings are impossible
Hypothesizing solutions with pessimism and without patience.
These crying clouds resemble the look in your eyes.
Puffy and encircled in shadows.
You sweet child,
I can taste your innocence.
You seem stuck —
I lend my hand as leverage to help you up.
Stand on your feet not your hands.
Stand over life in triumph, without settling for ab-use.
Hardships come and go, tho it may sound like cliche
Everyone’s pain is different.
In the other hand,
I feel yours.
My press my ear against your illusions —
I hear your voice is hoarse from the screaming thoughts.
the “Why’s” and “Please”
Daily sculpting of symmetric tattoos, scarred geometry along your forearm.
Hieroglyphics caused by internal bleeding and bruising.
I can see into your heart,
Your pain is transcribed inmy mind as art.
I’ve never been here with you, but Ive come close.
Close enough to smell the color red…
Close to holding a knife, pulling a trigger, binging on liquor, or overdosing on drugs.
But the thoughts of losing myself doesn’t electrify me enough to pull the plug.
That would be too easy.
Trying to reacquaint myself with love.
At the same time, not wanting to be touched, but I yearning to feel the affection.
Everyone can surround the empty seat, but
I see you..
Do you feel me writing?
I am wishful my words will find you, despite the fact you’re hiding.
Your kisses feel like wet cotton.
Your embrace is energizing like hot coffee.
I notice you have this glaze in your eye that could make a donut jealous…
Each moment is memorizing, like a dream that’s never ending.
Existing in this space together; such closeness can be invigorating.
Who knew we could time travel?
Behold the future.
Who knew there could be privacy in honesty?
Trusting you with the a version of myself I have yet to accept.
Who knew beauty could exist in such awkwardness?
Giving me the chance to feel special through the blues.
Talking all that jazz, whispering sweet nothings..
smooth like a 90s R&B single.
They don’t know…
You make me wanna..
Love a little bit harder, hold on tight, so we can get stronger
In the face of right and wrong
Everything is everything, but nothing even matters.
Disown the mis-education of unconditional love.
That’s what I say to the high me.
That’s what I ask the new me.
How could you?
Not knowing the past could last forever.
Do you love me?
Breaking cycles, fuckin’ up rotation….
The ambition is contagious.
Motivation in the movement.
Would you like to dance?
Asks the Spirit to the Heart.
This world is everything I forgot.
Nice to meet you…
I am Nostalgia.