At times like these

At times like these, I wonder what they went through believe it or not, in World War Two. It reminds me of a book by a Russian-American author who writes about a girl having regular girl conflicts amid warn torn Russia. I never finished it; not much of a reader. It was suggested by a

Dreams of being other species; shattered

Throughout my life, I’ve romanticized the animal world; I wished I were a bird so that I could fly and go wherever I wanted I wished I were an ant and thrived in a social and purposeful society I wished I were a pet cat and slept comfortably wherever and whenever I wanted while the

An olive world

When I least expected you walked in the room, and all lights turned dim you yourself turned dim and it eased the glow of your olive green shirt that reminds me of my olive green swimsuit you and I, an olive skin to clothe amalgamation so amazing you looked with your summer tan on that

No face

I was so hurt today I searched for a face; My lover had no face today

Letting it be

The ball’s no longer in my court The world’s a mysterious place

All inclusive

There’s a type of world somewhere out there

Foreign fish in a different pond

You’re a bit unfamiliar. It’s a bit exciting, but a hell of a lot more frightening. You have only a few fishes there that somewhat look and behave like you, and a huge number of other fishes that look and behave differently. You try to eat the algae in this pond like the other fish,

Who are we

Who am I If I’m unwilling to go all the way To bear all the risks that may come my way To fall hard; to feel lost and confused To lose everything That I work hard to build, day after day All coming crumbling down Like an avalanche with no end It’s what broken dreams

Sunday night stressors

It really sucks that the world is geared up to be cut-throat tomorrow Weights fall down on me thinking about it 😩 Why can’t things be a little more laid back and cheerful for sen’sive souls like us…

Shady world

House didn’t feel like a home. Trying to keep my parents safe while trying to look like we’re all leading simple safe lives. When in the yard, it’s hard to feel free as you suspect invisible vehicles are driving along the roads monitoring you. Guy writes a beautiful song and he’s got a good voice,

Harsh realities of losing hope

Worn out and walking around Trying to open my eyes. All around, there’s the blind leading the blind and chickens with their heads cut off; whatever you want to call them. I’m caught in a slew of nothingness, or just too many things happening all at once. There’s no fine balance, but a brutal divide.

Why do I detest the concept of marriage?

What’s real?

The physical world, or subconsciousness?

We roll

We roll, over meadows and grassy mixture, among weeds and loose earth, on rich soil and grainy sand, pebbles and twigs, mulch and mud, pavement and dust We roll, tumbling down arching land, fumbling in grit and lush, caught in thistles and thorns, freed in the fragrance of grassy air Teased by floral wafts, eyes

Warning–Graphic picture. I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry my dearest… who ever’s done this to you. I hate the world on days like this.

If you turn this world into a beautiful place, it can be

Web crush

“What is reality… but just a fragment of a dream?” Like. “Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is succulent And so are you.” Like. “F this world! F society! Alas, F life! Like. “Roses are blue Violets are blue The universe is blue My balls are blue.” Like. “Hi guys. I’m gonna be taking

Variations

Over populated world So many variations of you and me Each of us that meets the other In the odds that we do encounter Crack open, and spill into each other So willingly and completely My, it’s such a beautiful thing  

Tired of it

It’s a rough society out there Get inside Get naked Humanize yourself    

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do I

Red planet

Here I am, in the red planet. The atmosphere here stings my skin as I sit alone in this arid dust bowl. The sky’s red and it’s making my eyes bleed. My crimped hair’s brittle and it obscures my vision. My throat’s dry and I squirm on the rocky ground in dreams of quenching thirst.

The animals have become our puppets…

Unconscious minds, robotic lives, synthetic food, Industrialization, expedited technological progression, automation The labor force driven by coffee and lack of sleep Careless destruction of nature… Children nurtured by media Animals, our puppets

Everybody’s hurting

In the news yesterday, a girl accidentally killed her sister carelessly while drunk driving. She sounded apathetic when she talked. I felt sharp anger towards her. I thought she didn’t deserve this world nor this life anymore. She was a disgrace to society; a murderer of her own innocent sister. She seemed to sound crazy