"The weight is over" A slam poem by me.
Words carry weight. God damn am I heavy. I've reached the top of my pitcher ready to cascade into destiny. Fate holds all our cards...so bluff. Tie your shoes like a man, wash your hair like a child, live your life like a sitcom. Keep your secrets close because the second you feel vulnerable is the second you won't get back. Enemies and friends aren't much different, they all have your back, but at least an enemy will stab you in the front. Lock your heart, process the key, and divide your soul. Wake up with your eyes open, mouth yawning, head spining from that nightmare you had about having to spend another day with your ex . Welcome the Sun as it welcomes the stars, embrace the rain and let it cleanse your palate. The wind may blow fiercly but you won't go anywhere armed with words. Opinions are like assholes they say, everybody has one...but maybe opinions are like herpies, keep that shit to yourself. Don't speak, don't even open your mouth. I already know what you aren't going to say. I already know what you don't want to say. I already know. Knowing is half the battle anyway...but love is the other. Maybe that's why love is a battlefield. Maybe that's why nothing claims more souls then broken hearts. Maybe sitting down and writing this makes me weak. No. It makes me a monsoon, an earthquake, a god damn force to be reckoned with. I will turn tides against you, leverage a second chance, and then disappear with the skeletons in your closet. I will raid coffins for my armies because only the dead can kill those who are dead inside. Time wasted is never a waste because even though you never get it back, you've gained hope. Hoping to never waste minutes like that on something only worth seconds. Hope that making the same mistake twice will yield a third mistake that you finally learn from. I'm sorry. I am. I am not perfect. Because of my heart I can't wear watches. I bleed all over everything and I say what I feel, because I can feel. Hear no evil, failed. See no evil, failed. Speak no evil....failed. But evil is as evil does, and no matter what, I will still remain devilishly charming, diabolicaly smart, and above all else, Me.
i use to hear gunshots when i was a kid living in lake view terrace, CA ..
