Why is self medication So wrong Unless it’s meditation? Alcoholics with their bottles Me with my bong Do I draw a line at the needle? Do I write it out of my song? I haven’t touched one I won’t, But that doesn’t mean I don’t Feel the need To get higher To escape sometimes From …
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Comes to still; the end.
The end looks so different from the beginning, But so parallel. In the spring we welcomed green growth, plants, people, life. Summer housed what I would call blooming, the greenest of green hues and laughter. Fall is a transition, harder than we have time to notice In all the hustle and bustle of life. We …
Another way to describe hope
An airplane dives straight beneath the sun Like it thinks it is Icarus, I must have missed it Just in time To see Blue skies, And Airplane lines. The sun, Hanging higher Than it has at this hour before Like my head: Always in the clouds But right now A little too focused So as …
God damn it is heavy.
I roll the joint between fingers with short, jagged nails. I’ve been biting them again Between Overeating And over thinking About the bottom of The bottle Sitting beside me. Is it survival still? Survival Or distraction? Or are they one in the same If we only focus On reality Do we lose our entire minds? …
if you know It’s how they do, it’s how it be sometimes.
If you know it’s how they do it’s how it be sometimes: I Don’t have energy for vampires anymore They can’t get underneath my skin And they can keep knocking on my door But I will never let them back in. I hear them howling at the door now “Little pig, little pig” But I …
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