I'm afraid,
Scared to death,
That when I wake up,
I am someone else.
Through all these days,
I stay wise,
Even though my mind,
Is going wild.
This is the story of my life,
I 'split' to anyone,
A stranger I never knew,
A person I never met.
My mind speaks,
Between two,
One is like me,
The other is who?

You talk all this crap about immigrants
So tell me
What tribe do you belong to?

I have a hole
Inside my chest
I try to fill it up.
With voice
With words
With love
With dodie tickets.

Nothing sticks.

Like glitter in the wound,
I bleed out.

Be cautious and live your life carefully
In the blink of an eye things can change
Fickle and unpredictable
You may need to stay above the range
Enjoy the journey as time passes on through
Make the best of everything that you may face
Each new day will bring another challenge
Embrace it as you travel along with grace

In a strange sort of way.
I've always wished that we've gotten together.
Be it a dream; that we would speak in hellos than good byes.
True love by means of evolvement.
Maybe I shouldn't think of you this way.
To bootleg myself in what I truly believe.
The hope of every possibility.
Your complex occupation.
To say what really matters.
To truly inspire in the midst of what we truly feel.
Consciously low key.
Eyes that take for granted that you'll always be there.
Maybe this is what I low key deserve.
Now knowing to be heard.
The difference between listen.
On another note.
I don't know.
I sort of always thought that would be fire.
To think of you as mine.
To hear the depth of truly knowing how free we are.
Our phones unlocked with complete sincerity, with us humbly mumbling somewhere in the background

Some things are too far away
and some things aren't close enough.
You are always searching for a way
to find happiness and love.
Some hearts are crying in pain
and some are beating with thrill.
Some are still hiding again and again
and some see things for real.
Always trust the Lord
because life is a crazy ride.
Keep looking toward
along with the breaking tide.

I must confess

I had *** with my ex, yesterday

It isn't exactly what I intended on



Their warm body fit mine like a broken in baseball glove
I don't expect much to come of it
I'm learning to not expect much of
anything



We enjoyed each other's energy

As I ran my fingers through their hair

Like I did before

So frequently



                                 But this time it was different

This time, I didn't care of tomorrow
Wondering if I could do this again
Wondering if I could keep them forever



                Instead, I recognized the beauty in a moment

I was grateful for their being

I was grateful for their fruit
To let my tongue dance

With the idea that forever is the ugly sister
Misused, abused, and forgotten

    Due to the only constant that her sister Change, will always win