it must feel good to wallow
in the shallow waters of ignorance
where are you located on front street?
i'm the last house on the end which end? depends on which end you're coming from is it on the right or the left? it depends which way you're facing well, how do i get to you from the south side? from the south, i am north from the north, i am south from the east, i am west from the west, i am east so...where are you coming from? i guess i don't know until i find out where you're located!
If this confuses or offends you, then it is for you
what’s the point of history
if we keep flying paper kites into a level five hurricane? © 2021
Greed is sloppy.
It doesn’t care about the air, water, or land that we share, so it makes messes, distresses local populations whilst decimating their habitats. Greed is lazy. It seeks swift returns, so it doesn’t matter if all the bridges are burned. If the profit is turned then shortcuts are ok as long as it can find a way to not have to pay for its own mistakes. Greed is entitled and when it doesn’t get its way it invades, lies, and betrays the values it claims. Greed is a ravenous beast that eats itself right up to its eyes, and keeps chewing till we all die.
Black Part 2: The Darkest Room
My whole life is one big dark room Somehow I ended up dragging you down too There's a hole in my head That leads to the infection within I tell you time and time again I'm broken I'm no good Just a washed up toy that's never in the mood. Roses are red Our love is turning blue By the time this is over we will probably be through. My whole life is one big dark room I never wanted you to have all my gloom and doom. They say come to the light But my heart knows it's a lie An addict for dramatics Our dynamics aren't the same In this unfair game. My whole life is one big dark room I ended up hurting you And all I loved-I loved alone.
there is a point of no return;
unthinkingly dismissed a line crossed; bringing instant regret each and every decision up until that moment; questioned lamented rued i have just crossed that threshold the hangnail was bitten and pulled until flesh was torn and blood ran now there is nothing but discomfort knowing full well what i was doing; there is no excuse for such idiocy
what was out of reach the mountain of air built by the ignorant, I - a waterfall forms an empty sea - shouts of anguish , whispers to m e - a faucet with nothing to; bleed - n(a)ive girl weeping from the sounds of mockery
I feel so angry, sad and I hate myself.
As irritating as it is, I can't seem to cry even if I want to.