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  Jul 2019 Espresso manic
Miranda
Oh honey,
Sometimes it’s the timing that’s wrong
Not you.
Espresso manic Jul 2019
I thought the storm had passed
and that wreckage had been avoided.
Against the current my whole pirate life,
uncaring of the opinions of others,
and focus on the rowing at hand.

The gray and thrilling sky
make the dark sea water seem ferocious.
The risk of lightning had never crossed my mind
before tonight when I suddenly realized I was alone
on a boat in the sea
and in the middle of a storm.

I steer with my left
and dump bucketloads of water with my other hand.
Focused on damage control
and ignorant to the the storm's prognosis
whilst my wooden mind struggles to stay afloat.

Row forth and onward.
This storm too shall pass,
and I'll come out stronger.
rough night
this is what I dreamt before I fell asleep
Espresso manic Jul 2019
rush hour for thoughts 'waits
home's warmth and intimacy
that calms ones traffic.
does anybody journal?
any tips
Espresso manic Jul 2019
I found a map:

If you trynna bounce
and make it real high
you must cut the crap
cuz you'll encounter a wall.
It's a ******* trap
its meant to make you turn back.
You can stall, look in the mirror,
and
decide.
Dream big or settle.
Do stay within the stall
or do not. You will fail,
you will **** at what you do.
Decide:
do or do not.
Fall back
or risk your stack.

Must possess the  g u t s
to snap
at the top of the wall.
Make a plan
of action.
This is how the capitalist
rat race game plays out.
Beat fate's narration,
sacrifice your conformist
self, for the cherries of tomorrow.

Dare to dream,
while smoking a habanero
to Marley's mumbling
in a distant galaxy
out of thy life.

No one's sure where this map
leads, but prepare for the worse,
sharpen you swords,
meditate then nap.
Bring snacks,
kick some ***.
Be prepared to figure out your crap.

Wake up slap!
Not an angry poem.
  Jul 2019 Espresso manic
Ugo Victor
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
Espresso manic Jul 2019
I am the fly
stuck between the window glass and the panel.
today i grew tired of it:
**** THE SYSTEM!
Why must you pick on the chained souls that reside
in the lowest of pits,
and surround them in swamps of mercury.

Your tongue as sharp as your bodyguard's knife,
will the slaved souls of hell with your divine sovereignty.
The survival of the fittest became a capitalist race,
and w/out a second thought sold out your cousin's wife.
Your fraternity party
serves cheap beer and has buffets
of brutality on display.

Today I awoke, drank my daily of dose liquor,
and rallied behind those in chain.
#rant #capitalistRace #liquor #party #notbeer
#FuckTheSystem
sometimes you need to write down the things that make you mad
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