A few swigs of beer,
to overcome the fears.
A few pulls from the bottle,
to stop the tears.
A few puffs from the bong,
helps numb the pain,
when things go wrong.
A deep inhale of nicotine,
to mute the screams
deep within me.
A few mushrooms,
to feel everything I’ve just killed,
All at once,
like a massive wave,
crashing into the soul.
Why do I do this?
Beats the shit out of me.
A sober life
just sounds
boring.
-C.H.
Our magnetic minds Traveling through space/time Attracting the world to us As it all falls apart A pulsing magnetic field omitted from our hearts And it pulls the future to the present As the past get
I can’t ignore my anger anymore It stirs deep within me The side that some people see The side that I can only feel sometimes They say that I have an edge That I am rebellious by nature They say that
I guess I should pray today Only I’m not sure what to say . . . My brother enjoyed a church Because of the bells and whistles He said the free coffee, free food and beautiful women there Was a pretty
