Some time is spent for school
Some time is spent for work
Sometimes you become a tool
Sometimes you'll earn a perk
You might trade your hours for cash
You could swap a month for more
Each time you might complete a task
Your wallet could grow galore

Go buy yourself a gift worth wanting
Absence of wealth could be daunting
but steady goes the time for cash
and that lack of which - does not last
You can always earn the money back
But spending time is a one-way track.

Answers lie in effort
Questions—in result.

The prophet was waking up
Asking his God to guide the gentiles

He met them with great happy
As they were rich and masters

While he met the poor speedy
The God blamed him for this act

He returned and smiled to the poor
As the guide with the hand of his God

The God told him not blame his act
As the only and only fact

The guidance was the hand of the God
So he did not blame your act

You do your effort
And the rest at your God

The prophet was waking up
Asking his God to guide the gentiles

He met them with great happy
As they were rich and masters

While he met the poor speedy
The God blamed him for this act

He returned and smiled to the poor
As the guide with the hand of his God

The God told him not blame his act
As the only and only fact

The guidance was the hand of the God
So he did not blame your act

You do your effort
And the rest at your God

I know you love me ,
You said so your self

I know you're trying to heal me ,
You didn't say so but I can see it in every effort you make

But it's difficult to un-break me
So I'll just act like I'm alright

I'll give you a fake smile
Hoping you won't see straight through the lie

***
is a synonym
for the things we truly want
loyalty
trust
companionship

lust is the pill we swallow
to heal us of that L word
we refuse to say
he can’t make real love
inside of you

regardless,
I lather,
in roses.
let the oil
promote the parts of my body
you love to see

I let victoria
tell my secrets
in lace
in zippers
in push-up

to wait
endlessly
for your arrival
only to realize
another promise
is broken.

There is a form of missing you that I have not achieved yet
I have reached the stage of mediocrity
Or perhaps a feeling of indifference
I still fear old locations that once meant something
Nothing scares me more than the future
Nothing scares me more than knowing I'm not supposed to be here
But intimidation is only a cheap tactic I've used against me
How many more poems do I write about healing or moving on
Before I actually do something for it?
It's time I start moving on
It's time I feel something for once
Rather than just gaze lazily into a void of nothing
So that I become nothing