It never was on you was it?

There’s this focusto speak up for what cannot to stand up and scream let it be born then it is. Older it grows that’s what living things dothey growthey change they ageand their memories festertaking on gathering pieces in which shatters piercing glass within others. Those that once screamed let it be born are thoseContinue reading “It never was on you was it?”

Thinking is painful.

Thinking is painfulmy head is weighted with all the worriesand my body is feeling it the pain of understanding the pain of obligations the pain of the human condition. I think in webs of frustration navigating through thoughts stopping it isn’t blankalthough the thought is worthlessbecause it doesn’t pay the billsthe words don’t change theContinue reading “Thinking is painful.”

I don’t want to be in debt to this.

I don’t want to be in debt to thisto a thoughtto a territorial institution to an idea of Countryto an idea of people. I must work to pay out for waterfor foodfor electricity for heatfor shelterupon land that once was finder keepersthen claim for the slaughternow we think we have it rightpaying for parcels ofContinue reading “I don’t want to be in debt to this.”

This human thing is killing me.

I just feellike to much is in my headand I can’t cry it all outand I don’t feel like being this human thing that I am I feel it’s disgusting a monstrous condition to be. I’m always thinking of how to be politeof how to be safeof how not to fuck upand I’m always failingContinue reading “This human thing is killing me.”

Is this reality?

Is this reality or is this the fictionalized realmthat we’ve projected in our deaths? A collective unitlives playing on screens and the thoughts we think they’re that of everything that’s why I worry that’s why we go insane because that is sanity realizing reality isn’t this. I spent every thought trying to understand everything tryingContinue reading “Is this reality?”

I can’t be this environment.

I can’t be this environmentI can’ttake off my skin and let the soul be freeto meet its placeabove in paradise or below in an eternity of torture I can’t be just another name to be praised I’m notI’ve never been the kindness person the prettiest person the perfect person I’m not I haven’t beenand IContinue reading “I can’t be this environment.”

I can’t keep awake.

I can’t keep awakeand when I am I can’t keep my mind in placeit runs fastand it stops my ears from listening because the thoughts it thinksare quickand rarely stopping. When I’m asleepit stays busycreating dreamsplaying beneath my eyelidsand I can’t stay wakecan’t keep myself thinking with purposerather my brain changes the thoughtand writes outContinue reading “I can’t keep awake.”