A Guide to Mourning your Old Self
There comes a time in life, maybe not in this one but at some point, where you begin to do something for so long that
There comes a time in life, maybe not in this one but at some point, where you begin to do something for so long that
But I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the
Something has been in the air; a call I’ve been hearing. It’s no wonder summer is here. I have no doubt now what’s in my
Against the tide of strong river currents, I fight with the will of God. Why? Aimless passion, love, strong heartedness; never backing down. I fight
Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry
The more days that pass it’s me that ages. I stuff myself in holes of immaturity and self doubt, buying my way into the fancies
this is a stream if consciousness one I was never good at streams of consciousness but conscious in the unconscious how could I have known?
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of
Do I have a reason to be? Others being scared for me—-scares me. Please stop. I’m more scared of things that have no matter. Not
I’ve come to realize every city is empty;no matter how many people are in it. LA is just the same and I don’t know if