Journeys of a writer

If you look on the right. That Wasted Talent ‘banner’. Click it. And purchase a very inspiring body of work. This is NOT a solicitation post. This book further inspired my writing. He has given me plenty of advice (thru the magic of tweeter). Most of which amounts to me letting go and living thru the pen. Pain, suffering etc. Must be fought thru. So I can rightfully express myself whether I’m sharing or not.
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Forever was in our hearts

Were under the stars. Your eyes are like the moon. Light twinkles off you then we make contact. There’s no one else in the room. Put your head in my chest looking for my embrace. I comply. Our love is perfect. I’m ready to die. Us together. Too fuckin fly. Forever was in our hearts. NEVER to say goodbye. So many reasons to stay. So many reasons to go. Broken promises abound. Love lost it’s glow.

Graveyard convo

Talked to my boss at work. About a lot of things. She def made me appreciate the things beast and SwaggedOutP did for me. Miss you…. And she told me bout her (failing) marriage. I give it a year. Sad. Talked about her chirrens. Of course made me miss 4-5… I just rather enjoyed the conversation. Even if she interrupted my nap. Lol.

**it’s someone bday today. I cant remember who. So merry bday whoever you are.

A start

My heart’s on strings and she knows just the ones to pull
I been tryin to write ‘us’ off like that was just a bunch of bull
Such a fool. For you. Cuz I keep waiting
Putting myself thru the ringer heart slowly deflating
Somehow you always pick it back up at just the right time
I love that you can read my mind
Or is it just a feeling?
She maybe you just don’t know and it’s just coincidence that you give me that healing
I may never have your heart but you surely possess mine
For reason at this moment that’s just fine
Cuz I’ve thrown myself out there to the mercy of the gods.
For even a sliver of hope. for the tiniest piece of you
I once had the whole thing. So now anything will do
Losing my mind. Tearing myself apart. For you
Even when I next to you were miles apart.
Somehow I need to get closer.
Even one step is a start.

Working piece ….

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Sometimes it hurts to write. But it’s where we can let go of ours fears. Confront ourselves. Live out the dream. Express the pain. Beg for forgiveness. It took me a while to learn the whole ‘say what you mean and mean what you say’. Too little too late. They say it’s never too late. But it is for us. For me.

Love you. Love me?

I don’t think you was ever fuckin with me like that. And whatever ‘feelings’ you possess(ed) don’t mean shit. Cuz you ain’t trying to act on em. I was just a place holder. Ima hold my tongue on some other shit. And hell I could be wrong but seriously doubt it. It’s a fuckin shame too, cuz me and you fucking connect. You know it.

Such a barren wasteland love is. I don’t think Love is meant for me. I’m not meant to be loved. I’m meant to love others without reciprocation. I had a small taste of forever. Haven’t been able to let go since

Until your used to my face and my mystery fades

Song of the day. At least the morning. In the Past 72 hours. I’ve slept 7-8hrs total. Thank you graveyard shifts (not really). A lot has crossed my mind in that time.. Maybe I’ll take a break from my writing break to discuss a bit.


TRUTH:
I don’t care bout nobody else
Cause i’ve been on these streets way too long
Baby i’ve been on this too long
Cause getting faded too long
Got me on this rolling stone
So I take another hit
Kill another seroton[in]
With a hand full of beans
And a chest full of weed
Got me singing bout a bitch
While I’m blowing out my steam
Yea I know I got my issues
Why you think I fuckin’ flow?
And I’mma keep on smoking ’til I can’t hit another note
Oooo but until then

Drunk text

Hollywood
People abound
Spots we hit.
First date.
Epic date.
Our time?
Too late
I wanna hit you
Just a simple Hi
Can’t bring myself to
It’s not worth the pain
I really wanna say more
But it’s pointless
Thought I was over it
Never been more wrong.
Even after the back stabbing
I know everything.
I am nothing
Blackhole of emotions

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