Month: June 2017

Beating

I should eat but I don’t

I should care but I won’t

I should cry but I’m not

I should die but I got

This strength inside of me that i wish wasnt there…it keeps me alive even when my heart’s got a tear so big and so wide that I should’ve bled and died but I’m still here standing….what is that about? 

Men who take my kids and use them as a pawn in a wicked game of chess they made up all along…my arms are getting sore from playing all this pong…that they call chess cause they’re stupid and ignorant and think they are the best. .

And yes they are the best at destroying fucking lives,  narcissism rampant and it feels like fucking knives going straight into my heart….the muscle torn apart but ever from the start it just…..keeps. …on……beating

Horace B.

tonight I scaled a bridge it was a thing I’ve never done I went straight to the top the climbing wasn’t all that fun but I knew that I had won when I arrived at destination I had much appreciation f ¬† or the thing crossed off my bucket list with little hesitation.

the climb was not real planned I decided just this morning to climb my states fourth highest bridge with almost zero warning. I guess the reason was that I got a little jealous to see the pics of meemoos on it and damn it made me zealous

the climb was really scary but around my neck a fairy that bottle of dust was a must to stifle some the worry. but I knew before I got there that I really had no fear because the simple truth is I won’t die as much as I sometimes care

I now think it funny how I never thought of jumping, not one time did it cross my mind while so high with heart all thumping.

but I sure could have….

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