I need money and I need it now! rings a melody all night long Money makes the world go round and the world keeps sings this same damn song Up the ladder just a bit Thats all I need to get chips and dip I LOVE MY JOB, just doesn't pay enough I really do but I guess I ain't taxed enough A little here, a little there I'm starving here
I second guess those healthy meals for the cheapy deals but is it worth still? Barely making teacher wages I thought I made it until gentrification Upgraded, cheaply made it ...
Is it absolutely necessary to greet someone in person and in writing? What, if any, are the practical benefits of a traditional greeting? And who should be the first one to say a greeting to someone? Etiquettes spring from the fallacious opinions and philosophies of a society.
It is a misguided belief that people benefit from receiving a greeting. Why do most people take offence when others do not greet them? People are affected somehow by the things that they were taught. Some teachings are not worthwhile because they are based on feelings. ...
Heard in grief a window opens and shuts Woken up by this cause and effect. Listening for a graphic display. Another moment passes I have no more glass classes.
Fragile still only to thrill the idea I am not the one that needs something to smile about. Problematic little me knows it's not true Needing nothing anymore what a joke. Death is surrounding my vicinity. Opressing me.
Why does everything have to die? Alas the world is its own weight. These shoulders can relate for its a heavy thing. Raising life to...
Home Wrecker’s Guide To Making Love In A Broken Home
Days away Have I coerced the virtuous to silence? When we’re cornered by confessions And I don’t know how to keep my secrets
Off my conscience, to your shame Yet only noted by those with eyes between the lines If they can see it at all What so blatantly glares at you In my every word
While you speak your nonchalant narratives My page is a lie detector Yours is a script that seems as if to tell true But is rather a vain attempt to hide When in truth, what you’re not saying reveals you
Dear other generations, I grew up in a world of technology, that you created And yet you blame my generation for using it I grew up in the work world you created With unachievable goals and low pay I learn in the education system you revolutionized Pulling at my hair, stressed beyond reason You all raised us, wether your an older sibling, parent, grandparent, uncle, aunt, friend Yet, you call us lazy as if we are to blame You gave us the distractions of technology, you encouraged us And now we are reprimanded and handed all these expectations...
One soft summer evening, the wind rolls on the breeze, through the trees to a lonely homestead. Tenderfoot Ranch, was a quaint homestead with a large field, small granary, and a small house, large enough for five bedrooms. Though everything seemed well on the outside, the fields were withering under Arthur Macabre’s ignorant green-thumb. Arthur had spent his life adventuring not tending fields and they were becoming dry and producing less crop each harvest.
Arthur played a handful of dirt in his hands, breaking up the hard chunks then threw the dirt on...
If you must know anything, know that you were born because no one else was coming'
- Ocean Vuong
Flutterwings: you know you always escape a day we never made -- but how I would find you in every crushing second I wanted to die there, looking up at your dire ascent from these clouds billowing above where I lie; Stay.
I never caught you still but blurry; lines faded against the backdrop sky, ...
How do I say what must be said In such a way it won't cost me you So fragile I'm left in the silence to not run the risk of misunderstanding Prioritizing hearts as second to scars When the pain entitles us all to be so demanding
Reaching through the void I mean to respond in compassion Just trying to keep my thoughts to a dull roar and not over reaction
When bridges are soaked in gasoline I won't be the one to light the match While I run the risk of falling prey to the gavel of a quick decision And I ask
Do I speak as if looking into a mirror As I reflect on the common defects of our pride As if personal achievement and perishable treasures Truly calls us worth the marvel when decorated When in truth for all the honor of a man, all we are is overrated
In reverance lacking Finding more faith in self Then mental ascension to a compartmentalized God When prayer and praises fail to conform to lifestyle Every proclamation is facade
Worshipping convenience Love finds limits in the ways of self And all the good is all for not ...