flower girl and jackhammer,
street worker, cigarette lighter,
desolation in death,
exhaustion in life, you can buy your desire for just a
noisy day
nowadays
he shoves and sells
and hustles about
and buries his grimy hand in his
hot pockets
hot hot dusty hell
There's a faceless woman eating helplessness
turn around to see fight
no fight in anyone's eyes
restless and old
and worn, like a worm

lying on my mattress
or floor
staring into the
pure
white ceiling.
Thinking, breathing, wanting to scream.
Everything's perfect.
except for the white ceiling, of course

Most popular hacks
Real awful so called writers
Are stars on HP

my emotions are the fuel to my writing
and boy are they a finite resource
I feel like I  just extract them from my very being and force feed them to my keyboard
maybe my keyboard has turned into a parasite
now i'm addicted to letting my emotions leave me

The Master said, “ He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains in its place while all the lesser stars do homage to it.”

you ever crave success so much that you lose the will to work sometimes?

the come down is the best part
it's so familiar
so real
it's when I want you the most
ask anyone....
on the come down I yearn for you and only you
and i relish in that feeling
because it's so strong
that when you're not next to me
I manifest the parts of you that i want
and i hallucinate
a little bit
and i close my eyes
take another hit
and you're gone again