#nc
I don't know about you, but I'm tired of spinning.
Same ol stories been told for thousands of years, still, nobody's winning.
Pockets of pigs continue to grow while ones they call peasants, sit in the snow. Kerosine's sparse, lights about to go out...
as the wealthy eat steak, so warm,
in their empty, 12 bedroom house.
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
i only made it twenty-four hours in a place i thought i had a love affair with.
i only made it about twelve hours in the presence of someone i had created a false narrative for.
it only took me about five seconds to realize that something was wrong.
i shouldn’t be here.
“there’s some spark for you and i.”
but i mustn’t have understood as there’s no room for a broad like me.
twenty-four hours later, i’m back on a plane to north carolina.
because the city of roses, your sparkle is gone and everyone i meet lacks luster.
kind of, you know... dead in the eyes.
an average day is heavy enough, but i can’t carry the weight of this entire city.
though my pockets are empty, i know where i belong - and i can put my mind to rest.
cause he’s hopeless.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
It does not hurt very bad
But it still hurts immensely, if that’s sensible
The dose of anesthesia was drastically high,
A little more please I still feel this.
There, my body is no longer affected.
All of these nerves relocated from the tangible, to the depths of my spirit
I must release my soul, delimit my mind, and free my spirit
To acquire the numbness, peace, that I cannot allow my vices to take credit for
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC