DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, find peace but don't forget your journey to that---old draft :-:
being no one is embarrassing everyone becomes null in everything put the mean in a meaning to steam but nothingness is a two edged sword when levitating a meaningless world
adopting the faces into my timeline for glasses to erupt in aware speak for themselves my thoughts of clears and fair notice my dares and hesitates when it comes to the memories of them fades and unfades want the roses to bloom for the awake of the kills and dooms
take a breath shake life's hand against death tongues speak although aimless word disguise is chic an invisible devotion about surviving chaotic commotion
They say I'm free They say fear no man They say its divinity an prosperity
I'm not free I beckon in fear Gods words dead
If I be myself they say it's bad I just want to be me Awaking enlightenment
That taste you get thinking about your country family and friends
Right now it's all death an dishonor Theres no loyalty God cant save us
It's not just me Since covid it ain been the same The care comfort an reapect left They say no mask no purchase I'm hungry I'm tired **** a oven an microwave **** a snack Tired of people ******* They moan groan an cry A leader with my belief is needed We have no voice and need 1
They erased and denied me Outed my natural rights That's mine to take No agency will prosper Gods kingdom prevails I think I believe This darkness wont last We are stepping stones 2 soon 2 be heard I know history will change
A change for the bigger brighter safer an more positive future .
Awakened she stumbles upon the remains of her conscious, Forever being a fantasy she held onto solemnly, Fragments of realization pieced with passion left astray, Broken hearted prayers uplift and revive, A warrior goddess prevailing.
Asleep at the pen The world outside is a chorus of muffled voices Throwing pebbles at my window Unconscious mind swerving in and out of lines Awake dream detective scribbles drunken ink confessions Sleep deprived glutton for depression A caution tape commotion for, My broken heart bravado Pill, Water, Swish, Swallow Simple sorrows warp me back to all my past tomorrows Humans replaced by hollowed husks Staring and sipping emptiness from a chalice Delusional desperado, mounted on malice His six-gun guitar strums, Self-inflicted bullet wounds
Crashing waves against the crunch of sand Touches my feet Sinking into the softness beneath me As the water stains my toes blue And paints goosebumps Paints chills Across my legs Up to my stomach Full of the same crashing waves Those which curl And spin in whirlpools Up to my chest Into my lungs full of seasalt And the bitterness of the morning sun Down every branching vein That reminds me of mangrove roots Yet pale and blue So small and delicate It reaches my own shaking fingers And to the rosiness of my cheeks All I hear is the soft ringing of windchimes in my ears And the splash that dissipates into nothing but tiny droplets Maybe that’s what keeps me awake at night.