Graveyard of Dreams

Your alarm’s blaring

you get dressed

your breakfast is regurgitated

your tummy flutters and

tears collect in your eyes.

.

Your deceased heart

is still hoping for it’s

ultimate true calling

to be financially answered.

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The Look of Love

I used to only have great things to say about you. Beautiful words such as incandescent, becoming, and charming crossed my mind at the thought of you. Now I can only think of rather unfavorable terms like uncertain, inconsistent, and clueless. It saddens me to finally see the kind of person you’ve always been and not the person who was beautifully painted in my heart.

Garbage Camaraderie

Kindness will be your downfall

when you shower it upon

the temporary sort who

you will be better without.

.

Kindness is also needed

by them temporary sort

to educate them on how to

not treat people like pants.

.

Which will hopefully

change them from

temporary to permanent.

.

‘Cause god knows

how desperately

they need to

absofuckinglutely change.

Do You

Be yourself. Do you. How many times do you hear people telling you that and actually mean it? Be yourself. Do you. Not according to the society. Be your raw self. Be your unedited self. Be your full of flaws self. Know your rights and prerogatives as a human being. Say yes to nobody but God. Say yes to nobody especially not THE MAN. Know the difference between friends and trash who relish in your downfalls. Know the difference between true and dedicated educators and opportunistic imbeciles with master’s degrees who pray for their students’ failures and cherish every single moment of it. Accept that you being your absolute self means not expecting everyone to fathom and appreciate you. Because you belong in the minority. Because you’re different. Because you’re not a spineless yes-man. Because you’re the star among the satellites. And it may take a tad longer for the likes of you to hit a home-run. Walk on that convoluted path anyway, take your time. Fret not, Rome wasn’t built in a day. You’re an Amalfi Coast. You’re as lovely as Rome. You’re going to take some time to build you. Baby steps, ma chérie.