I wish that vodka tasted like water Be easier to drown the sorrows I like that whiskey taste like pain A reminder that joy is borrowed I don’t drink as much as I write I do I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden Because most times the opposite’s true But when writing the happiness … Continue reading Not Who I Am
Something seems ominous about twenty three Twenty three is practically mid-twenties Mid twenties is practically late twenties Late twenties is practically thirty My thinking is overwrought My life is undercooked My hopes are slowly dying, But I know it’s soon to call Life is moving glacial But also at a sprint My mind fills with … Continue reading 23
I'm too good at being alone I feel no ruch to fill a space I crave the silence of isolation Healthy independenc from unhealthy boundaries Blocked areas so tall that I can't see out I fear my resistence to seeking love But I love me and isnt't that enough?
Cold and smooth down my throat People rush passed but time is still My feet waver. I can't be still Listening intently with no absorption Fear that I'm missing out but aware that I'm as I should be My knees keep me upright staring. Not longing. Intent. Not caring. Thick and nauseating. I craved it. … Continue reading Midnight Cream
Pain and misery is easy Words flow Mind leaking Thoughts drain Content houses the hardship Locked tight Double bolted Life interrupts creation Happiness a coarse callous Wait patiently and smiling For a sweet kick in the ass
I haven’t written in months I don’t think my dreams have changed I think my motivation has altered The grind of retail is wearing I’m tired each day They suck my faith my strength my pain Nothing is felt when exhaustion sets in What I put down feels less than creative I believe that quitting … Continue reading Haven’t Written
I’m lonely when there’s people around me I’m in trouble and no one will help me Haven’t told but I live in this memory I shower away the overloaded sensory It’s my life to live without a plan for it I pray to believe in nothing but god answers I bury my dreams in a … Continue reading My Life
Im alone Im alone Im alone I see my life as a movie montage My mouth is too wet for my blunt The house is big and Im alone Something makes a sound but Im alone Ive been drinking while Im alone When I get like this my brain runs off I am my … Continue reading I am my father
Words spoken to a mirror. A question held, paralyzed in air. The response is known, but not heard; Thought. Not Spoken. A secret kept from the self Lies told out of love Patience in withholding. An earnest hope for future success. An answer held in fear.
It’s cold outside this liquor store. My ride is 10 minutes away, so: I wait and I freeze as I stare at McDonald’s, Chinese and GNC across the way from me. An emergency vehicle parks to my left Warm in his car probably considering me for a theft. Because I’m alone and I’m black and … Continue reading Liquor Store