Have you ever had
one of those moments.

It can be something as simple as a missing pen, a missing beanie baby.

Or maybe you forgot your phone at home.

But suddenly nothing else matters.

And nothing makes sense.

You are lost and all that matters is solving the problem at hand. But you can't understand what to do next.

You whimper and cry and you freak out and swat and people look at you funny.

And maybe you are with you significant other and she doesn't seem to be able to muster up the rhyme of reason to your treason and you are stuck in an unspeakable battle against yourself.

Those moments when you shake and shiver, when time goes slow and your thoughts thinner.

Don't care what's for dinner because chances are you're going to throw it up.

Seriously? Crazy. Crazy seriously.
At least in some eyes.

Swallow back that pill honey.
It's the only thing keeping you from jumping off that balcony.

Weird things,
trigger my poetry.

Weird things, weird rhymes.

Weird dreams, that get the best of me.
Weird meaning, weird time.

You can never get the full effect,
unless,
you hear me reading it out loud.

From the heart and from the soul.

You can never know where the
emphasis

Comes from.

Or where it goes.

I like to look at life in perspective.

I'm not getting old I just feel old.

I grew up in a time period where hopscotch became snake became snake became Ipods.

Hands became tripods became selfie sticks.

I am young and I am old.
It all depends on who you ask.

For now I would just like to bask in the youth I still have.

Because bet your *** in a few years from now I'll be looking back on tonight in spite at how much time I once had.

I am a skater.

Sort of.

I ride a longboard.

And one time, I skated home in love.

It was 6am. And the sun was starting to rise again.

After spending the night at her place.

At the point I didn't do sleepovers. I loved to smoke **** and watch reruns of old **** that made me laugh.

But that night.

I didn't care that I was sober, that I was ugly.

I didn't care that I wanted a bowl. Of food of ****. It didn't matter.

All that mattered was her hand on my thigh, the silent sigh. The moment her sister when up to her room at five in the morning.

After watching countless shows and music videos we finally were alone.

And we kissed and we stripped and we were marry. We almost had *** but then she carried me, to her bed.

And laid me down and with a smile she covered me with a blanket.

I couldn't take it.

So I woke myself up and kissed her good bye.

Maybe that was my first mistake.

And then I skated down the hill to my house. On my longboard

And it was morning.
I took selfies at that moment wanting to pinpoint the memory.

But nothing was stopping me from playing all the previous nights actions in my my head and in my mind.

She broke my heart in the rain. I've never felt so much pain.

And then I finally fell asleep.

Kisses after dark.

Her mother was away.
But her Dad was awake.

He didn't care, he liked me. I like him.

But the rest of that family considered him a sinner.

For what I don't know.

But I was in love with his daughter.

And he knew that and didn't care.

He let us kiss until midnight. He let us kiss until we were out of breath.

The night I spent the night he gave me the slight and didn't say a word.

I was hungry but her arms were on me and when 6am came she draped a blanket over me but I knew I had to leave.

I only tell this story so you're not alone.

She hurt me. And it hurst me to tell this story.

She snuck me out before her father could see me. I skated home and took selfies. I was so happy.

But then she told her mom, and she made sure I would be gone.

I am convinced had Hannah's mother not gotten envolved Hannah would have broke my heart in a different way.

Time knows no one, and no one knows time.

Empty streets, waxing and waving moon,
lovely moon.
Falling for you.

The smell of death.

Back of the cabin.

I burst through flames.

Wax and wave.

I am just a child.

I am blind I am blind folded.

Can anyone come, come...
Come to my rescure.

Before it's too late.

I walk these streets and I before I can fleet I need you to come,
come, come, come.

Oh Boy.

I don't know.

Come, come, come, come.

Boy, the boy is too young.

The boy is too
young.

I really love this platform, I do,
I do.

But have you ever noticed that they censor certain things?

Words like **** and ****, sure why not.

But words like lesbian?

Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian. I am a lesbian.

And I am trying to prove a point.

Can some one do me a favour and comment lesbian and we can see if we get blocked by stars.

Blocked by stars like curse words like the word lesbian should be bad.

I don't know about this algorithm anymore.