What words will speak out to me
to keep me going through this crisp night?
My experiences have expressed themselves
over and over again in the back of my mind,
dancing with my thoughts,
subconsciously sublime,
coherently in line with what my future
is teasing my present presence.
Divide the size of a whole and you get a fraction,
Which is all you'll get from life if you don't take action.
Reoccurring remedies related to pain
from which one cant refrain
but expose their inner insanity.

Infinity, can it be reached,
surrounded by walls that can't be breached
or is it fiction, a conviction placed away from life everywhere?
If we didn't have a limit on our time...

Writers block is like the feeling of
Dry-heaving at a toilet that’s not even yours because of
An unsettled stomach from 8 beers,
An unknown quantity of various rums, ***** and mixed drinks,
And being borrowed from bed for a beautifully burnt blunt.
Nothing seems to come out no matter how hard you try
Until you open your bloodshot eyes
15 minutes later
And something is there.

The traffic light turned from yellow to red
But i blew right through it.
49 in a 30,
I knew the limit.
I was disgusted with the limit.
Who the hell has the right to tell me how to drive anyway?

A block ahead a green truck turned onto my road.
I caught up to it in seconds, outraged.
**** them for driving so slowly.
I adjusted my narrow vision to the back of the truck
and my eyes widened.

Two deer lay in a ****** puddle,
Their heads dangling from the bed.
One deer's tongue was flapping purposelessly
and it's black, lifeless eyes were glaring into my soul
Laughing, laughing hysterically.

For two haunting miles this deer mocked me,
poked fun at my existence.
I was in a daze, confused by this mystic creature
But only one thought was in my mind:
I am no exclusion.

The truck turned left onto another road.
I proceeded forward,
Traveling at the same, slow rate.

****

It's not just a big rock with water,
It's more-
Much more.
Interaction is key because interaction
Is what keeps it alive.

Dirt is so meaningless
But when interacting with
Water and a seed
It blossoms a beautiful flower
Or a magnificent tree-
But for a fee.

The flower is taking up space.
No other flower, or tree
Can live and thrive in that spot.

It's no longer vacant
It's taken by a selfish flower
Who demands to live.
And this flower wont give up it's space
For anything.

This flower can't even live on it's own!
It can only breed
By a wandering bee
Looking for nectar
But that same bee
Coincidentally started a grove.

They think they are on top
But these flowers are dependent
On things much greater than what they can perceive.

Now there are billions of flowers in the grove,
Taking up more space each and every day,
Pushing everything else out of the way.
This world of flowers is thriving.
If only they know,
Or do they...
They spell the end to this world.

******* flowers.