
She Speaks (Listen)

Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times

Hard hitting poem by a phenomenal writer.
I am addicted
to something
that I know
is slowly killing
my soul.
I want to stop
-cold turkey-
I want to free myself
from these chains
but society trains us
to rely on this drug
to crave this drug
to kill for this drug
to die for this drug
to drill under the Arctic
for this drug
now I’m getting carsick
for this drug
I start to panic
when I’m too far
from my dealer
my mothers dying
and needs a healer
I love her
to the moon and back
but to feed this addiction
which is far worse
than crack
I steal from her
I tear off her limbs
I gouge out her eyes
I cut out her heart
and I fully realize
that I’m killing
her
and I hate myself
for it
but I’m a junkie
and I need a fix
we’re all addicted
and need our…
View original post 86 more words
May 2, 2017
Fresh air
Is calling me
Begging me back
Reminding me
of fields of green
And gold
Of memories
Stored in a child’s mind
Fresh air
Regardless of whatever
Existant impurities there are
Fresh air as I knew it
Is calling me
Fresh air
In a song heard low in the breeze
To family
To familiar plains
And trees
And valleys
Fresh applachian air
Is calling me
Home