day in, day out,
all the same eating, sleeping, playing games sometimes I look at these **** walls and in a way, I hope they fall but then I take a look outside and it just makes me wanna cry it's so **** cold I'd freeze to death so here I sit and waste my breath I feel so useless, so **** lazy I can't get out i'm going crazy I look outside pray for relief but the weatherman says "wait a week" but it has been a couple days don't think I can go on this way I have to break out from my mind or I won't make it to tonight
everyone and everything is getting to me, and I don't want to do ****. Just wanna hibernate, but my ******, scumbag brain won't let me sleep
I carry Aberystwyth
in the threads of my coat, in the scuffs on my boots; the sea salt, sand swept into the fibres. And now I stand here in Jardin du Luxembourg, thinking about the bench by the well, I sat on looking out to sea, watching the starlings dance, while considering the possibility of perhaps, one-day, maybe living in Paris.
Written March 2017.
a flame sparks
fuses into lavender beauty diffuses smoke, scent, peace. Freedom, joy, love earth, wind divine. Melt...ash but lavender.
Estranged in summer rains'
landscaped dissolution evincing season's discontent neath sun's suffocating alienation; used to rhyme with warmth and effulgent delectation, emotional realms fizzled in a heated halfhearted sizzle of down-pour's restless manifestations
Blame it on the rain...
Who can stay away from the Ultimate energy
If he is always surrounding life like air He is the continuous "positive happenings" that molding our paths... Who can stay away from him If the light as one of his manifestations never forgets and gives up to brighten the morning... Calling every creature to celebrate the new beginning... My soul said: "I will definitely give up my thoughts about the magic wand..."
speak do wish think or feel think about it for yourself, make sure it's real. Because nine times of out ten, chances are you'll catch your mind in a game of pretend. The only difference is there's no fun in the end. Just a lonely game for one, *so why begin?
Your mind plays tricks on you
all the time.
— The End —