So incredibly bored
So incredibly lonely
No one cares
No one listens
No one wants to
No one wants you
So incredibly empty
So incredibly tired
When will I find it
This doesn't seem worth it
This seems to end in pain
Maybe all this searching is in vain
Want to cry
Want to die
Want to live
Want to find you..
Maybe you don't exist
Maybe my everything in my heart
is a myth...
-Iris Madden

Refined, I'm sweating gasoline
Set myself ablaze
Just to light the cigarette of my dreams
My natural state has changed
But hasn't stopped getting in my way
Takes a drink to strike an ember
Stagnant black glowing amber
Cooking my assumptions with timidity  
Chaotic pieces tempered into
Wavering unpredictability
Directionless enmity
Enemies at wind
Cooled to harden
Forced to torch again

whiteness wouldn’t exist with reincarnation
whiteness is only possible
if pressure of death is imminent
no longer being able to be conscious
no longer being able to have intense sensations
no longer able to exploit humanity
no longer able to convince
with a false history
that they are superior
if people knew in America
who think they are white
about the reality of reincarnation
that is an integral foundation to evolution
to society
to progress
now and before
in present culture
and past
that kindness and interactions
affected our next life
whiteness would have never tortured so many
human beings
economically
psychologically
legally
sexually
so that it could indulge in one measly lifetime