We stood in the doorway,
Our life was alright,
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
Let me tell you about the lost of love,
Out here,
We get stoned,
To kill the pain,
So we do not feel,
A killer awoke before dawn,
He did not know,
You gotta love your man,
We are going out west,
To feel,
To run,
To see,
To hear that voice,
That magical voice,
To run,
To feel the wind in our face,
We were Gods among the men,
To hear the voice,
Sweetly in our heads,
To magically dance in the world,
To not cuss against the world!
We were magic!
About the Creator
Jason Giecek
A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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