blanc stated: source post
Prabbe stated: source post
Washed up here I'm opened like plumes around the moon
turning away I stalk any story that will let me see
another spring Silvery paper thin I could be honest
stripped of lessons learned deep in seeds of sticks
at my head legs back fists in the face missing teeth
Lost years lost home dirty bread pissed on
that they forced me to eat cornered at seven
my heart beating with terror I knew how much more they could do
how little anyone would care
chased learned to lie to smile when afraid
to be silent instead of cryto be completely honest I would have to be as full as the moon
journey I'm on as I gather myself off the floor
where I fall each time a look strips me
Let's see if you can bloom next summer make seeds for another spring
then we'll speak of
honesty
Let's see if you can bloom next summer make seeds for another spring
then we'll speak of
honesty
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Rage...it's clean...almost feels good...but only when unleashed and something destroyed...then the calm. However, it is useless
Where does the rage stem from? Usually....it is blatant stupidity....lol....but of a significant nature not emotional back log of bs....in the moment when it occurs it can be itemized to the point of inception....
So...Misery. What is misery?
noun
a state or feeling of great physical or mental distress or discomfort.
a cause or source of great distress or discomfort.
a person who is constantly miserable or discontented.
So....when was the last time you felt good about something?
Focus on that....see where it takes you....read that book.....