The tic tock of the clock the unknowns that social media will unlock, deprived of the correct amount of likes, the dopamine when viral content takes flight. A selfie never taken just for death, there was a slight miss-step now there’s nothing left. The comment section so full of praise, still the lack of realContinue reading “Tormenting Times Victimizing Minds”
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I Had Thought! On Second Thought
The future is dark deception shines its light Life! unsure of what it’s really all about while it promotes self-doubt. Shaken by the saturation of the social media craze, the numbing of the mind by this momentary faze. Death and destruction when perverts care for nothing, descending depression with the blues, every time you watchContinue reading “I Had Thought! On Second Thought”
Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped
Fear not the turbulence when the ill wind’s blow, It categorizes the chronological will in life’s ebb and flow. Within these woeful accounts willful hearts will confirm all doubts, despite the naked truths being volleyed about. The serpent’s kiss you’ll never hear a hissing tongue that concedes to none, will even bite for fun. You’llContinue reading “Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped”
The Fear in Will Smith’s Falling Tear
The depth of distortion is diffused, when explosive emotions are confused. The blush of hue in auburn lights, the steel of will in those forbidden nights. Elements in reflection alter your selection, a turquoise tinge coming from rejection, stimulating the saturation of exasperation! that’s pain’s elevations. Soft voices scoff at fools who cry, fear! WhenContinue reading “The Fear in Will Smith’s Falling Tear”
Love! Life! and The Ex-Wife
The bitter will blame feeling belittled! berated and defamedthe cynical always pessimistic! when ridiculed then conflicted.She must be deranged, I am drained, her dismay my disdainshe’s disconnected, feeling disrespected I’m being neglected. A Debby downs of despair, killing the spirit in damn! if the Devilmay care, her aggravation! my recommendation is repudiation.Her manifestations those misadventuresContinue reading “Love! Life! and The Ex-Wife”
The Hummingbird’s Wings Sing
Beating Hummingbird’s wings flutter! these forest feathered feedingsongbirds hover, hurriedly building a nest before becoming a mother.Furious flapping fluff fighting for that flower, it’s dainty alluring dartingpower, their pint size often ruby reddish! with such a sugary fetish. Dangling before the dips that agility in the dive, frenzy fighting andfeeding will be quick! first toContinue reading “The Hummingbird’s Wings Sing”
A Life of Haste and Waste
That barren anguish mixing with the rubbish in your lifebroken dreams when your distortions become extreme.When the egotistical are euphoric, then wisdom tells usjust to ignore it, still the foolishness of fools exploring it. Those addicted will not be empathetic if they are artisticusually, antagonistic! the simple minded and unrealistic.Such madness in the weary mind,Continue reading “A Life of Haste and Waste”
All Wrong No Right Drunk Again Tonight
Compulsion confusion with alcohol induced illusions, fermentinga liver in toxic waste, distilling your kidneys at an incredible pace.The stench of stink follows you around, the misstep then stumblesbefore finding the ground, vapors of vomit you’re an alcoholic clown. A combination of excuse your drunken disorderly excessive abuseforgetful flavors of failed friend and fellowships, unsociable misfit.Usually,Continue reading “All Wrong No Right Drunk Again Tonight”
Have You No Shame
When you’re so quick to lie then cheatlive to fleece the vulnerable and weak.Feel a thrill with the pick pocket stealvictims be damn, ready the next sham Have You No Shame Stab a friend in the back pretending to be trueyes! to hell with everybody else it’s all about youNever to lend a hand, that’sContinue reading “Have You No Shame”
A Childhood Should Be Free
In the streaks of light before the snap of the wind, the sting of the rain on naked skin,gathering clouds calling my name, adrift in my mind I’m going insane. The whisperingchatter is nowhere in sight, when shadows and dreams mix in the night. My childhoodthat evil decided to void, now broken when shattered becauseContinue reading “A Childhood Should Be Free”
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