Quote #4 - day 3/ blogmas

Life just doesn't care about our aspirations, or sadness.  It's often random, and it's often stupid and it's often completely unexpected, and the closures and the epiphanies and revelations we end up receiving from life, begrudgingly, rarely turn out to be the ones we thought 

                                    - Khaled Hosseini 

             

All to dust - day 2 / blogmas

Soaking with
Hands sewn to hips
Lips blackened from a deathly kiss
A treasure in open water
Fears slowly follow

I wander and wade at sea
Death soon to be
Cursed from the slaughter
The water boils
Life becomes hotter

A blizzard will soon arrive
Coldness to icy to get by
Sliding on fright, on past light
The shade of light
So cold and hollow

The pale of white
Clouds shaped of eyes
Icicles of daggers
And snow of our toxic youth
Intertwined with a mud so soft to get through

We walk with a limp
Unlike the first with steak and shrimp
I pace with truth and trust
And eventually all turns to dust

PSYCHEDELIA - day 1 / blogmas

Buy me ripped skinny jeans
And feed me LSD
Maybe then i'll find real happiness

Earlier this night i travelled down memeory lane
Please call my friend Mary Jane
She'll help me forget

I'm in this damned life i know i'll never win
Unless i get my veins full of heroine
I don't know how to keep myself sane
Without a hit of this cocaine

All i ever wanted was to leave behind a legacy
But the thing is i no longer feel the ecstasy
Cause who i am to avoid all this

I'm just a sad lonely teen
That's supposed to be in my ways
I don't know how to stay clean
All i know is how to blaze

To fathom hell or soar angelic
You just take a pinvh of psychedelic
To make this mundane world seem sublime
Take a sweet dose of phanerothyme