smoke escaped from your parted lips,
intoxicating the room with its stench
and your hands shaking with the syringe,
aiming for a lesser bruised area in your arm;
"this is the last hit, I swear..."
before she had kicked you out,
you had stolen over a hundred-fifty dollars
from your very own mother's wallet
to fuel this cruel addiction of yours;
"I'm not addicted..."
just look at you:
rotten teeth like those of maybe a rat's,
face all wrinkled as though you're older than 16,
bits and pieces of your skin picked and dug deep,
and only some patches of hair remain.
"I won't be like her..."
no one else will be attracted to you
like she is, your drug dealer and girlfriend;
together you'll live in isolation somewhere,
with lack of sleep and a high dose of euphoria.
"the only harm being done is to myself..."
tell that to the cops as they bring a warrant
to search your current place of residency
and discover your kitchen for making more,
tell that to the cops as they drag you to jail
to force you into rehabilitation for help
and keep you there until you're all better.
I wish I was still six
Life was so easy
My only worries were losing crayons
Or running out of games to play
And having recess be cancelled
Because it was raining too hard
I'd even go back to when I was eleven
Because life was pretty easy
And my worries were losing friends
Or running out of people to hang out with
And having parties cancelled
Because who would even come?
It's far from easy
I worry about losing hope
Or running out of excuses of why I'm failing classes
And having plans be cancelled
Because its weird to have long sleeves on in the summer
Anytime, Anywhere, Anyplace.
War is a foolish way to obtain peace.
Forty-eight months after what survivors are the calling
the 'Nuclear Big Bang', Our Sun has still been unable to pierce the debris
in the Earths atmosphere, scientist and the rest of mankind fear the worst.
Religious folk pray to Jesus, Allah, Ganesh. Is this the end?
With foundations and institutions of once thought great nations lying in ruins
the oppressed are free from the tyranny and injustice
that have plagued their people for hundreds of years,
and are left to survive with next to no knowledge of
self preservation from being breast fed by the global monopolies
of the world.
Millions die of thirst and hunger in the blink of an eye.
Prominent elected officials, and elites
Pack up and leave their caves in crafts designed to orbit around the Earth
until conditions are stable for their pampered lifestyles.
That day still hasn't come and it doesn't seem like it ever will.
As we had ships leaving there were ships arriving by the tens of thousands,
Mankind would not be alone in the rebuilding of humanity....
I am a raccoon masked self sabotage tycoon specialist with a self inflicted past-biased hit list peeked at through urban eye sags pulled down by years of troubled pleasantries now darkened with giant grey glass fingers touching the skies and casting shadows on their own concrete feet providing my disguise wrapped in a capitalist bow tied blessing,
Oh forward progression,
Pathetic Fraud 101 is in session,
Catch me if you can,
I am my own cynical supremacist nemesis thief in the black and white mellow drama trauma,
I play all the rolls,
And these places take their toll on my soul because fossil fuel herds have replaced the sea you see,
Peel your eyelids back and allow me to derail your ignorant yarn sewn seam day dream from it's crocheted track,
Societies a chemical fire train wreck attack,
The difference between metal and wool is fire and flesh,
They're bound to mesh within a Chinese children tears committee calamity tragedy,
You think your H&M hemmed subliminal photo-shoot suit is moral free?
Or is it that you refuse to look past your own pictures hung around your face by D.O.S. operated framed fixtures screaming "ME-ME-ME-ME-ME-ME-ME!"
Or whatever O.S. you bless your shrine with,
Our world is a glass screen neon pawn lit mess with a p.o. box address,
The true core of this horror lies within your head on your bed that morning you woke up and realized
"I can't fix it!"
I applaud you for having such a great start!
You're heart will settle and the city sunsets will become beautiful once you're full of this revelation:
"I am not my own salvation."
To keep your Kind, then lock Species a-way
Merely since they Write on Coloured Paper
Then shift most Notes for some Music display
Only to read Blank Pages un-bother
How Sad then, this Plym's Dark Philosophy
Which due Concealed un-willing to Espouse
For this Letter's Event break such Foundry
And Seven Year's Culture wasted in-House
Prevent to occur such Low-Headed Deed
If encourage these Locked Minds educate
Other Gifts abroad; Sans Intent proceed
And Embrace as part of your Growing Rebate.
Such is Tolerance. With both Hands laid bare
With no Daggers cut; In case you lose Care.
i'm sick of stares from the entertained
so stick a catchy phrase that makes a song unique right here
about a girl about a loss
about whatever you like
I miss the days
that seemed so sunny but where full of weather
they've become backgrounds and melodies in commercials now
and so i stare into the ocean
like it holds something
that knows it all
it seems my friends are drifting
and the days final door closed
comes quicker than ever before
what do i do if
if im most comfortable under my comforter
and when you're lover holds you
you come to find it's a pillow
you try to make your mind grey like a cloud once agaiin
you hear than traffic lurking jobs are gettin harder to find
what do you do
most comfortable under the comforter
now there comes a time when you gotta get out
it's nothing you did but sometimes our legs get numb
keep your head up
you'll never please everyone so do what you want to
when you lay your head right down at night
put those headphones in you're ears
let those melodies make you disappear when the most comfortable place
is under the comforter