poem about anxiety 10-27-18

Man, I know other people have it worse
But the anxiety about has my head ready to burst

What did I do to deserve this curse?

Where can I run? Where can I hide?
Never mind, I can’t escape my mind.
The feeling of terror is inside

At least I’m not paranoid as well
Paranoia is similar to hell

I want to take a vacation from my brain
But that means being insane
for some reason I’m fighting to stay sane

so I’ll just walk around with my head held high
knowing the battle I fight inside
and try to get this life right

i'm so lucky

i freaking love my life :D

snort trump up

hic-up!
hic-up!

shooting society into my viens
even though it’s destroying my brain
i’m the creep that couldnt maintaine
blame the mass shootings for my messed up brain

i see advertisments and want to puke
i think of greed and my temprature rises

and rape is only icing on the cake
come along now, we have WWIII to bake

crime, porn, crime, porn
step into a casino and you will learn
putting a drop of liquid-homeless on my togue
and it’s a trip and a half outcome

i sneak through the city to get my fixes
watching the ditch-digger dig ditches

this hit isn’t good enough, i need the latest and greatest
cause that shit was the shittiest
a bump of police brutality, and i’m done.

Posted on April 23, 2018
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ramble nov, 6th

I don’t belong in starbucks
Too many in there who “don’t give a fuck”
Especially that their coffee with milk cost 500 bucks

And while the rest are marching, I’m making plans
Gotta get rid of this child dressed like a man

And I’ll always see the glimor of fame in friend collectors eyes
Where you going to run when they catch up with your lies?
Notice how in half the pictures people wear a stupid face for a disquise

I’d wipe my ass with trump after shitting on his lobby floor
I don’t care if that sounds a little too hardcore
I hate this man and I can’t figure why he is still president for

Don’t look for me at the bar
I’m the safest drunk, I don’t drive a car
That’s by choice, not law, see some of it just depends on how smart you are

untitled, march 8th, 2016

it’s all fake, plastic and gray, in this day and age

the pixels dance, but i don’t watch anymore
my Mac is just my digital whore

life is played out across the gigahertz landscape
emotions go flat, friends turn into text, and people think it’s great

people spend their breaks on cell phones
need a twitter account if you’re well known
and i’m calling ET “find me a GNU home” – over a land line of course

it’s all lifeless anti-social intel chips
with a cell phone and a tablet as the dip

where are the forests in this online world? where is the sky?
and now we’re stuck with this electric pulse till the day we die