My eyes look like fire trucks,
But yet I give no fucks.
My mind feels like a bowl of oatmeal.
But what I’m working towards feels too real.
I barely sleep,
And I have almost no time to eat.
With dreams of doing something more,
All this work feels nothing like a chore.
But with a baby, a job and that side grind.
I have realized I have no time.
It is sleep or work?
I choose work.
Just like my mind,
Dim witted and dark.
I stay inside.
In my dim house.
Living quiet like a mouse.
I only go out at night,
When its dim in light.
The owls are my friends.
Yea thats right.
via Daily Prompt: Dim
I have a premonition,
Sitting in my mind,
This sick new addition.
I cannot stop thinking about it.
I feel it in my bones,
My chest is tight.
Something feels like it will go wrong tonight.
I’m ok its all in my head.
There is no way I will end up dead.
I will go straight home,
And keep on the light.
All I have to do is make it through the night.
via Daily Prompt: Premonition
Crunch crunch crun..
I hear the footsteps and I feel obligated to run.
The smell is putrid,
Like milk that is long overdo,
Like a pot of rotten stew.
Gross I certainly say.
I really should have stayed in today.
Because when I go outside,
I feel as though I may die.
My fear and anxiety engulfs me one step at a time.
Making me feel as I may lose my mind.
The smell of everything in this city is overwhelming,
One million people should not be allowed to live so close to each other.
I really need to move to another.
Expand the imagination.
To a better nation.
Where it was easier to find your place in.
Imagination is a funny thing,
Because what I think of,
And what you think of are probably two different things.
Maybe we find some similarities.
The middle of a venn diagram.
But certainly more will weigh on the left and the right.
That there is why we never will reach the ultimate height.
We will never have this imagination nation,
The perfect country.
Too many differences on the left and the right, and literally none of you are right.
You may have good points, but if you cling to your side,
Versus working to the middle. Understanding and compromising.
We all will live in a state of compromise.
In my eyes,
I wish we could cut ties,
To these old lies.
And really stop picking sides.
via Daily Prompt: Imagination
I want it now.
I want it !
So I’m left wondering wow.
The solution seems to take a while.
How can I make this outcome faster, better more complete. All while not really having to think.
Ah all this thought I must take a seat.
Because as much as I want it now,
I do not want to sit and figure how,
Or put in the time to solve the problem.
That would take too long, and see I worked all day,
I have been going through so many things.
No I will not put any thought to this,
I will complain and then watch TV,
Yea that suits me. Someone else will solve this problem.
Watch You’ll see.
via Daily Prompt: Permit
I’m quite bored and wanted to do something a little different with my writing. This is my take on Permit:
Give me the permit, the pass to speak and I will talk so fast. Everyone will look at you and have to think.
My attitude is crass.
I step aggressively, no glass.
I’m in it to the WIN it so give me the permit now.
I’ll lay it down and then its time to chow.
Or feast because I’m coming at you like a beast, with no ease, blood dripping from my teeth.
The weapon is drawn from its sheath, Yea im ready my permit has been bequeathed.
So its finally my time to speak, I have the permit or pass and its time to speak. I have to make it last. I have to tell you the cold hard facts.
Get off social media,
Throw away those twitter beefs and politics, your not solving anyone’s pain.
You’re not making a difference and you’re wasting your brief existence, all for no gain.
Giving someone your precious moments of your closing minutes, the time of day just for the sake of arguing something you know you wont change.
How long do you have 50years? It goes quicker than you think.
So log offline,
Hug your family,
Read a book,
Get yourself a pole and hook.
Do literally anything.
You would do better watching paint dry at least you’d be thinking and possibly creating.
Whatever my time is up, I just hope you get the picture before that picture is old, dusty and put away. Hidden and will never see the light of day.
I have loved you many years.
Even if each day my love you do not reciprocate.
I miss and think about you each day,
I think of each way,
That we could be..
I really should pass on you,
I know its what my family would like to see.
So goodbye.?. No
I love you so,
Your so kind to me…
Until I feel that late night stumble
Making me truly humble.
I miss the way this relationship used to be,
It used to be fun and filled with glee.
We shared our love with our friends,
But now we are just alone most days.
Sitting on the couch everyone one in my house asleep music playing as I have a fixed glaze.
Yet ten years of my life have been a slave to your love.
For better or worse,
One day you will certainly put me in a hearse.
But with you I feel far from 6 feet down.
Even if I look like a clown.
Usually I carry a frown so anything is better.
After many years, I must say its time for us to go our separate ways.
I cannot be a slave for this alcohol.
No that is something I can not do at all.
*sorry for all of the grammatical errors. I wrote this intoxicated and quickly.
What’s that reek?
What’s that stink?
It’s smells like a putrid drink.
It’s nauseating I cannot think.
Ew it’s coming from the kitchen sink.
I have not done dishes in about a week.
I wish I could find another way to make money,
I’m sick, always thinking always planning or plotting.
I’m so tired of sitting in a cubicle working 40 plus hours a week for a paycheck I spend faster than I made it. I watch everyone around me becoming more and more complacent. They used to tell me about their dreams, their aspirations.
They all had plans. They all had dreams, and now their broken like wings.
They can no longer fly.
Shit I used to say I would rather die! But here I’am.