Let this be the start of something new. A new, focused, purposeful way of being. Of seeing. Of thinking. Of moving through this existence.
By Chris Elliott 5 years ago in Poets
“To win the world, do not interfere with it.” Live according to those innate sensibilities of spiritual growth, loving yourself
Drowns himself in liquor – numbs the pain quicker (makes his skin thicker, the soul sicker, bitter). Eyes glazed by a foggy haze of
I know how you see me: a mindless civil servant, drone bee, here to please you and feed you til' your wallets are empty
I was hiding, pain subsiding. Numbly gliding through life with eyes closed to the strife. Gave up the fight,
As long as the ocean's angry waves crash on the edges of earth, as long as the night sky's scattered stars fill the empty darkness,
Now he’s preachin’ ‘bout bein’ dramatic, bitchin’ and moanin’ when he knows the real fact is his decision to leave was slightly problematic.
I am half-African, half-Czech. I am British by birth, American by nature. I am the “other”. I am every “other”.
