bob and weave i blow off existential steam piloting thoughts straight down into earth's core where they sit and lie lonely, deprived, boiling yet being i, leo rising: it hurts me in noting the obvious answers meandering between unjust truths and hidden lies; the phoenix, again birthed from its own being nature, we have not yet figured how, then, do we few proceed inevitably through footprints set ahead like trails to follow doe-eyed and confused when the fork trail pierces our noses and we decide, in the heat of the moment when future flashes across our minds, to play it safe; decide on precedents already many times met; luxury seems self-fulfilling granted obscurely or innately passing along family to family behind the closed gold doors lies trust-fund babies; like wealth and prosperity knowledge is somehow privileged and paved before us all is something; even i admit having not formed these footprints often hidden deep down amongst some dirt or snow... but then, inevitably, we do know some paths we all must go...
wee bit of innocence, left upon the rampant running blindly with an open shield to find self confidence some shred of assurance of guidance praying you'll prey in place of the prey ... in this world, this world, this cruel, cruel, wild, world...
I want to eat junk and not grow fat I want a loving boyfriend whose not an ******* I want to miss classes and still get a degree I want to be a pro footballer without hurting my knee I want flawless skin with an iced tea and milkshake diet I want my voice to be heard and still be quiet I want to have hot *** and keep my virginity I want to party all night and day and keep my sanity I want to smoke trees as still be religious I want to not lift a finger and still be prestigious I want the impossible
My life is a combination of paradoxical situations and states. ha. ha. ha. Not even funny
Is this a joke Probably a dare Is this flirting A push and pull, a tease Is this a sick drunk call Wanting comfort from anyone Is this seeking a new person One you can’t get from your friends Is this wanting to know me Curious to uncover the depths of my core Is this a cry of help Wanting to be heard, to be comforted Is this you Just baring yourself to another human
I need to know what this is Will you please tell me?
nothing is wrong but something doesn’t feel right i am an actress in a play who has tears in her eyes because the script changed and now she doesn’t know her lines. the spotlight burns on my skin i know this is a defining moment the universe has its eyes on me but all I can do is speak echoes of what I rehearsed Uncertainty and Anxiety press against my chest as if trying to break through my ribcage and crush my heart i want to leave the stage quit the play burn the script but I love my role too much and I want those flowers when the curtain falls