A beacon of hope in the lonely night, I know it’s there. I can’t see it in under the depressing fog of city lights. Even the country gives no glimmer under its dark clouds of anxiety. When I do see it, catching a glimpse, I barely notice. I only remember the days when I don’t…
Read moreStretch out today. Get the sun you need. Until you fall, weak. Tomorrow never Comes for those in need.
Read moreYou don’t matter anymore, and maybe you never should have. I’m envious of people who grew up without a father, without a reason to explain away a black eye. I don’t want you in my life. I know you made the decision to get rid of me long before I ever even thought about making…
Read moreI need to quit weed. I’ve posted this idea before, but I constantly ignore the reason why I enjoy cannabis. It helps me relax. As a child, my father taught me to be fearful, anxious, and constantly stressed out. I’m no longer fearful, but the stress and anxiety are fairly hardwired still. Marijuana kills the…
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Sometimes we fight more only to fight more. Trying to speak, trying to yell, when we can barely breathe. Ready to express the pain that we feel to the core. Unable to understand why they think they are better from the time they teethe. Greed is how they live. Guilt is something they never feel….
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May 10, 2022 – 9:15am Shots rings out from my AR-15, as people in the crowd fall to the ground. I don’t want to kill these people, but if we’re going to keep my country safe, if we’re going to keep the right government in power, what else can I do? April 9, 2022 –…
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Fog enters my lungs, Enters my mind, Leaves my mouth and fills the air around me. Fog stays in my brain, Stays in my cells, Slowing my days. Fog takes away the sadness, Takes away the anxiety, Kills the stress. Fuck fog. I need clarity.
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I’m sitting on the ledge of a 20 story building, while people below watch me, and a man in a suit tries to talk to me. “My name is Theo. I’m here to chat with you, OK?” “Sure,” I say. “What’s your name?” “Sam.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I won’t tell you…
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Twenty pounds later, and you keep watching TV and smoking weed. You stopped writing, and you’re barely reading. You stopped running. You stopped taking chances. You stopped fucking putting yourself out there. All of this just to get comfortable. All of this because of boredom. So… What’s next?
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Maybe just with friends Almost never on my own Rarely ever on a work night I need it to relax Just started taking it everyday Using it as a medicine is OK Always needing a bit more Nothing is quite the same And now I have a problem
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