"benneton" poems
His sweat smells like Benneton
Fresh against the searing sun
I close my eyes and breathe in
The breeze that carries his fleeting aroma
Black currant
Bergamot
Cotton flower
Water
Cedar
White musk
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
I give up....
I give up pretending to be something that I am not
I give up pretending to be an angry person for she possessed me yesterday
I give up pretending to ignore the issues that others may have because at the end of the day, it’s very likely they are similar to mine
I give up building up a wall that’s just made of my own self righteous ego and nothing BUT
I give up spending second after second on a social media platform that’s not going to get me further in life and instead go back to living in the 90s before the time of getting stressed out with dial up connection and having to do PC art using Paint instead of Photoshop.
I give up holding my iPhone frickin’ 7 in my hand and because I can, I throw it on the floor and get the hell out of this ****** cursed claustrophobic flat and go outside and breathe in the fruits of the loom and the United colours of NOT frickin’ Benneton and feel my body become global hypercolour from the inside out changing from red to green
I give up all that’s just a deadly toxic disease that I have caught because of the powers that be, the propaganda, and all the lies, and its only when I do this and go outside, I realize that the world I reside in doesn’t have to feel like it’s shrunk in some oblivious size and by doing so
I
AM
FREE
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC