I do not approve of what they do,
Yet I love them just the same.
I cannot accept what they think and say,
But I accept them for who they are.
They hurt the people that I love the most,
And I hurt to forgive them again
If they were you, they'd be easier to love.
Yet I am the source of the blame.
subside the restless, crashing waves.
free my mind from this prison.
i am tired.
i am lost.
i've lost all meaning of the word, hope.
now, i just survive,
but only just...
egged on by the pluck and strike of the dancing tunes i force myself to listen to,
just to distract myself from all the raging stimuli.
perhaps, it's time i tried something new.
to stare into fear, and run it through...
maybe the little white pills aren't the boogyman,
the monster under my bed.
the monster is in my head,
this little white pill...
just may put him away for a little while,
one day at a time.
subside the restless,
thoughts in my head.
this is my therapy.
so that i can breathe.
this one's not for you,
it's for me to read.
but if you really want to,
so can you.
How can you tell what's on
What is the most important thing
that you think about?
The last thought you have before going to sleep
the first thought you have when you
Just quickly wrote this down before bed because it wouldn't stop bothering me.
Pods detonate nuclear explosions of nicotine clouds
Laced with addiction and withdrawal symptoms,
A pair of lungs work in conjunction with Death
And so, even tobacco cigs achieve the same effect
So what? My lungs are my lungs
Let the vapor consume my being and let me be
There's no reason for me to reconsider this
Because I'm living a life filled with wonderful bliss
Why not give it a try?
"Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
I'm not promoting smoking in any way. The final line is a quote from the novel "Looking for Alaska" by John Green. I came up with this piece on-the-fly after thinking about the vaping epidemic.
at 11pm in nyc
one sees what
you need to c
what you don’t want to b
what’s c-ing you
all the aleph bets
are ghosting words in your
brown i’s and clear fingernails
then when and why
you are under the
dining room table
cause you don’t want to be
a real person
it’s so oh much easier to be
in the under, the table dark thunder,
so when until you need to be a visibility,
until then a ghost is a fine impossibility
do we believe in ghosts?
girl, you crack me up
W ooooohoooo W you who?
the witching wishing h our
Zvok njenega glasu
Neverjetno noro strastno
Ko Tvoje Bitje
Vso toljubečo bližino
V polnosti biti Si
Resno pismo si,
Po pesniško - - s Penkalom~~~
Kar naprej pa naprej
Nenehno si tam
U haiku cvetovih
Še Večkratkot 180
Zavrtiva Naju, da naju
Po Tangenti v žamet Vesolja*'*
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Pa teh nevidnihfint
Triki so Trki
Padejo na mehko
Kavica ob 858
Na mestni Terasi - - Tvoje globoko
Sloko Telo :::MladegaTe poznam,
Skodelice in čajniki
Med šumi glasov
Nenavadno Lepa Eleganca
Še kar neznane ljube ljubljanske
Najlepše, ter najbolj Ljubeče
Pa je njena dlan,
Njen pogled ljubezni
Neo do Ljevih
Ter uma, ki, daje um pa srce
Ki ve, kako sloni potujejo čez Nebo
are you doing,
or are you overthinking?
are you progressing,
or are you moving?
are you living,
or are you worrying?
"never confuse movement with progress"
-- Denzel Washington
Do what you like.
Do what make you smile.
Do what makes your happiness. Live your own life.
Appreciate every lesson, every moment.
The moment never come back. This moment just once here and now.
. . . Do you still love me when you are sleeping,
Then will I fit well in your arms?
All that anger you've been keeping,
With your eyes shut can it still do me harm?
I sit here beside you afraid to lie down,
My mind can't rest after everything you've said.
I'm afraid to wake you so I don't make a sound,
I'm not sure why I even came to bed.
I have given you everything but it's not enough,
I am so sad and I feel so alone,
I want to stay but you're making it tough,
I live here but I'm not at home.
Do you still love me when you are sleeping,
Or will you push me away.
Am I something you feel is worth keeping,
Or does it make me stupid to stay?
Do you still love me when you are sleeping . . .
I heard it again
Pierced through my vein
It made me a villain
With the crime of in vain
I thought it was unfair
The voices in air
Part of me shivered
It got me veered
Cold and vexed
My soul untamed
I was misled
By this evil eyes I have