Life has given me everything I need
And then some.
But
For some reason
I spit on the earth
And find a way
To be
Ungrateful for it all
Just to fit in
With everyone else
And as the leaves fall off the trees
So does
Everything I believe in.
-C.H.
“Someone said once— —the responsible thing to do here would be to look up who actually said it before writing about it. Give credit where credit is due, dude. You’d want your words to be treated that
It is what it is . . . And I never learn I just burn My bridges And call it living I just stay Sinning And I can’t keep forgiving myself For letting down myself These repeated patterns Scream at me To
The aura of the man Was growing It had been brewing Dimly glowing Holding onto the thread of a dream Bottled in the deep It raged like the sea does when she is hungry It went wild like a child can It
