writing
i often go through dry spells.
my pen gets sexually frustrated at times
other times it just wants my company.
-_-
wait, was i taken too literally or is this b!*# just being petty? the truth hurts, so i see why you lie so much, but don’t fade me for being blunt.
wot? lol who puts this in the job guide? wonder who was in charge of this.
nothing like falling asleep in the car.
i’m like stupid tired and idk. wasn’t like i really did much.
“God walks with me, but i’m still vexed” —Scott Mescudi, ‘Save My Soul’
not unlike other people, i’m a conflicted fellow. i’m pretty all over the place. there are two dogs in me fighting each other; a disciple of God against a stray trying to claim every bitch his own.
Kanye West
White Dress
White Dress
this is my jank. i have this little playlist labeled ‘SNDTRK’ because the songs fit the mood of something i wanted to write, will write, and i think it just ties it all together nicely.
brings a lot to mind… but i think that even makes it more enjoyable. helps me face ish head on.
feeling this.
more sexy stormtroopers
“The white man of America will not, to any organized extent, assimilate the Negro, because in so doing, he feels that he will be committing racial suicide….but such assimilation, as practiced, is one that he is not prepared to support because he becomes prejudiced against his own offspring, if…
life. speaks. with visuals.
i’m getting tired. want to continue looking but i think i need to lay it down.
you only failed if you never tried, so they say.
wow that took longer than i expected. guess it is due to the fact i had to go over ‘em… delete a couple i posted and so forth. worse part is going to be waiting for the reply. my first reaction to anything close to possible to rejection upsets my bowels, thankfully i get over it quickly.
but one lit mag / chapbook down… several more to go. guess i need to make sure i write more now. kind of been hoping i get out this whole love, semi-love, heartache writing phase i been in… idk wot the hell that is about… i mean i do but, fuck it.
submitting poems.
having to type jank i wrote by hand because i’m not supposed to submit anything published… blogs, forums, etc.
…or i might actually go thru the trouble of taking down poems.
damn.
expandyo-mind: When I first read this it resonated deeply within me. I became an advocate for something greater than merely my own self. Living life for the greater of humanity. Not for selfish reasons. When you leave this earth what are leaving behind? Don’t become just another insignificant speck in this vast universe who forgot their true purpose..
