I watch these people work their part time jobs. They are tired and slow. I live in America, the midwest to be more specific. It helps alot being black in Missouri, I’m real help for a welp. (Sarcasm, for those of you who don’t notice the tone in these words) I wanted to be a writer, a farmer, a fitness advocate, and A weed grower. This probably won’t happen due to greed and people being being complacent about it. I honestly thought about being a professional killer, theif, outlaw kinda shit. To revolt against the established unofficial machine. It wouln’t have been much fun after […]
Me and my little mama would go to a hole in the wall chinese spot. Like a personable deal, where they know your name and what you like. Shit that makes you feel good and makes the world feel better for a few hours.
(I know a place)
I’d pick her up at 7, get on the freeway, play something smooth, (play dat daft punk too, playa!)and talk to her about her day and dreams.
We’d probably go to a karaoke bar afterwards, grab some late night ice cream ten minutes before they close. Get in the car, smoke the ghost gas and cruise.
In flow, […]
If you’re not fucking, laughing, getting high, eating good food, and having good conversation. Life is a fucking joke, not the funny kind either. The one where the shithead shouts in the mic about politics and laws.
I’m gonna try drawing today. I’ll start an instagram account soon, detailing my frustrations and fuel, while displaying my progress.
I want to say fuck depression…in something other than poetry and manic philosophical mantras. Those thing do make my life fun and crazy as hell, I secretly like it though.
Let’s try something new today, because who waits on the bus without a good book, music, or art? I hate motivational […]
E-Egg 1: Realizing that the government fosters food, children, and prisoners. Cooking them all over in high heat.
E-Egg 2: The sudden gut bomb that the government dropped on the current youth with nostalgic cartoons, sugar shapes(Better known as cereal), and a dream scheme that uses suffering as motivation.
E-Egg 3: When you have any type of independent thought at school, work, or family functions. You’re labeled a pariah and nobody wants to be around you.
E Egg 4: People love suicidal people the most at their funeral.
E Egg 5: Waiting for death, because you don’t have the energy to try and possibly, fail again.
E Egg 6: […]
If you stopped to think about the monsters we are, you’d have a righteous resentment for the skin you’re in. Have you ever thought about it before the night fell on the sun? Do you still daydream? Stuck in a circle without a voice, possibly?
It could be that your skin happens to suffocate you if you don’t hydrate and moisturize it routinely and effectively.
Just might be the body with those damn cravings for food, sex, and stimulation.
Have you ever thought that your mind is a manipulator? It has a special area for pain to be felt and controlled. It is malleable and […]
Here’s the deal: You’re born, you’re sworn in, numbered, proccessed and validated (Fuck, meant educated), invested in the infested, and you get nothing out of it but dirt and a nametag on the ground. However, that’s not all! You also get to support a society that hates you for being anything other than those rules & guidelines we’ve mentioned above.
So I bet you’re wondering? I didn’t sign up for this, let me out!
Just one second, my little antinatalist pal!
Due to a shortage of integrity, intelligence, and compassion…..I’m afraid we’re unable to proccess your request at this time.
There is hope though, so stick around! […]
I like it
I have to
I need it
To live
Without it
I’m dead
I love the truth
When I stink
Tell me
It’s how I know I’m real
Homeless people are honest
They should fix the problems
This world has
They know how you feel
When you don’t
Anymore
They know the war
Is not over
Unless you’re sober
To feel
The real
Being reeled out of you
Nature is our saviour
But they killed the poor
Love
You know this
Don’t pretend it gets better
My letter to my dead neighbors
Pretend Girl
I have something to tell you
It still hurts
What the hell is wrong with me, I can’t even get death right. I’m so fucked right now, I’m still alone and fucking hungry! How and when does it stop?! I don’t know if I’m just too nice or stupid. On top of it all, I’ll be homeless in a few days, I don’t have a place for my dog to go, and I just got robbed by a guy asking for a quarter!!!! A fucking quarter!!! I only had 3 dollars!!!! I want to die because my lonliness is heavy on my heart and my head now. What is there to do now?!! I […]
Born poor
Mom, drug addict
Dad, never knew him
Family support, what is family?
Passed through the system
Flushed down the drain
I never had a chance
Death was the only choice
It was never my fault
My final words…
Why the fuck did you have me, *****?
I am nothing but words
Soon…
They’ll be nothing too
I am self-destructing
While re-constructing
The lives of others
Death
The end of life for some
The end of torture for most
If I don’t make it through
Say something nice about me
Being
Black
Young
And
Poor
Who
Could
Ask for
More?
My faith
In humanity
Has suddenly
Been destroyed
No joyful mornings
Just mourning nights
Where my fight
Is useless
Just
Like
My life
Show me
Fair
Show me
Love
Show me
The lessons of my childhood
Were not just a deception
Of my conception
Of who I’ve come to be
Remind me
Of who I am
Not what you
Want me to be
Music is being abused
People are being used
And me
I’m still confused
On why I’m here
Why I’m alive
To only survive
The cruelty and ridicule
Of others
Save me
Mother
Hear me
Brother
Oh
I’m alone
I miss me
And missed me
All at once
What was important then
Is now non-existent, leaving, or changing
Sorta like me
I’m a lot like life
With these
Hollow bones
Quiet
In the silence
There’s a riot going on
Slowly
Going down
There’s a storm
In the mind
Of the wild one
It’s blackout
Or charge up
There’s an energy crisis
In his heart
Tearing him apart
but myself. I can pretend like I enjoy this existence again but I am exhausted doing it. I went out with my grandmother yesterday and she bought groceries. She was happy to see that some since of normality has come back. It has not and she acts like she doesn’t notice. I am really the walking dead. Not as clever as I once were. The dark has always been comforting and this is my comfort zone. Suicide project. I am not holding out for miracles, much more logical than that. I am expecting the darkness to come again, My body has gotten adjusted to it […]
“What now?” The first thought in mind was the last thing I thought about while waiting to die. I woke up and it was cold, dark, and dirty from not cleaning the house while in my state of misery. I got up, stumbled to get to the bathroom, and sat on the pot. I didn’t use it, just as a chair. I examined myself thoroughly through the mirror and found that my eyes were bloodshot, hair was a slight grey, and my lips were cracked. I’m an average looking guy on most days and look younger than my age presents. I’m 21 and already the […]
Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It’s my own design
It’s my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you
Why am I still alive?! I’ve been drinking antifreeze for the past two weeks! Believe me, enough of it to kill 6 adults. Why am I just falling asleep like it’s nyquil?!!! What the fuck?! I don’t believe in religion, I don’t want to talk about it, and don’t offer me help. I know life is suffering and I’m trying to fucking leave! Why can’t I get out?! I’m just here killing time.
People will work for nothing as long as you give them the illusion of something.
People will say “Don’t kill yourself please! You have so much to live for!” As I look around…I don’t have much to live for. In a world that’s feast or famine, war or waste, hate and debate. It never took me long to realize that suffering was life. You’d be lucky to find someone who chooses to stand with you as you struggle and suffer. This life is all about survival, we call it living to sound more appealing. I knew that if I had to go through this alone, I would not make it because my heart could not break it to my mind […]
Life is death my loves and as soon as you embrace that, you’ll know that your freedom is in death. The will to live and the will to die are both in the same. Choosing to die is the bravest thing one has ever chosen. No need to fit in the masses or walk with the herd. Knowing that you only exist because you want to and you can be gone when you want to is true liberation and beauty. Those who try to stop you are seeking validation and a divine purpose. Your death is a choice, your life is a choice. Don’t be […]
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