UntitledThese cigarets I smoke won't kill me,
Not until I die of inhalation at eighty-three.
No, this stress of the world will throttle me,
Choke and pile on anxiety,
Push with force until can no longer breathe.
No, a fear of futures,
Clear and undeniable reapers,
Full false-hearted preachers,
Fend for their fake teachers,
Fables and tales told arrogantly,
Each of them will be the end of me
UntitledWhat If I got on the road,
Drove until I ran out of gas,
And just never turned back?
EasterSpring sprung forth into a world of warmth and wanted weather.
Hearts are filled as the Earth begins in its beauteous bounty.
The green grass of great gorgeousness glissade generously,
And I admire the assertion of alliteration also, absolutely.
UntitledFORGET WHAT YOU KNOW.
GIVE IT UP.
LET IT GO.
DON'T BURY YOUR HEAD IN THE SAND,
JUST TO SAY YOU CAN.
FreethoughtDearest friends and family, I’ll be writing to you concerning what it was like to drive a car.
I write so sadly.
A big car
If I could write a book I’d have done it by now.
Collect your thoughts, Sara.
Collect them and pile them ontop of one another until it’s turned into something wonderful.
Write about what it was like for you to own your car.
TO fully be a part of the road. Of the traffic. Of the on-going public thoroughfare.
What was it like growing up?
What was it like to drive around in a car? Staring out the windows.
Looking through the bus windows?
What was it like?
Always dreaming. Always seeing.
Always trying to think of different things to dream about. Think, see, understand.
How does one even begin to write?
How does one even start?
I’ll write my sole into this laptop
In hopes that no one with find it
In hopes that I can be free to understand myself and this world.
In hopes to fulfill some destiny.
I was never one for good
Behold, a Human RaceWhy do we start our days
In such weird ways
But always end up in
The same damn place
I've got a lot better things to do
Than stand here and listen to you
We'll hold our heads high
And our spirits true
Don't you feel it?
Don't you feel it
The winds a'reeling
A chance to change
This world of strange.
I'll call upon your sea of will
To dance upon their graves,
Just in time
For this new revolution
We'll keep them forever at bay.
You can fly by and seeing
From the sky, no misery
Every ethnicity and creed
Each trying to find harmony.
No reason to judge
For God is my witness
We can do it for us
A world with true purpose.
Don't you see it?
Don't you see it?
This wounded soldier
The army of drones
For what they do,
They do not know.
A war of words is my decree
It wounds more than any weaponry
Behold our constitution
The real meaning of equality