Category: random feels

I want cookies.

I eat chocolate covered frozen bananas until I want to puke.
My chickens don't care if I'm naked or clothed.
I watched a movie I don't understand & nobody does really.
Unless you think too hard & that's not cool.
Nothings stops anywhere anyway so why bother to yield.
Maybe you are right.
I think I’ve gone crazy a long time ago.
I’ve been trying to keep it under control. Cheers.

I’m sorry, you are not my mother.

A mother doesn't weight her baby
for her own future calculations.
In her narrow & deserted mind
that's narcissistic, neurotic & blind.
I put my anchor around you
and you stumps around looking for
a good use for a daughter who's
valued cheap, a burden until
a willing slave. I'm sorry but
you're not a mother. I have
to learn to love somewhere else.
The pot that's cooking in you
has always been poison & tar
and you share it by receipts.
I had to learn to protect myself
against a self-hatred that ran wild.
You're not my mother. I think
there's always someone else.

Our shrine.

I make a shrine for myself
when I'm lonely when it's crowded
when I'm strong when I'm weepy.
I make a shrine to myself
when I'm naked when I'm trashy
because why not while washing dishes
I say a prayer to the shrine
"you're in the seat of rightful divinity"
and there's enough space for you & me
so don't rush just let it be.
I make this shrine for myself
to prove I love you after all.

Mosquitoes, Guardians of Beyond the Screen Doors.

Mighty buzzers, keep blood bags in their storage.
Suckers never saw the hoard coming.
One two three black dots on your arms.
Fat sour blood in our guts.
It's two steps outta your cage
but we have caught the sweaty vein.
It's revolution vs. lazy monkey brain.
Let me impregnate you with my arcane DNA.
Mosquitoes, guardians of things shady & sacred
letting you think you own this shit.
One look at me & you coward & retreat.
The Mighty Mosquitoes is here for a drink.

If I love myself.

I'd give myself the best rest
hugged by books & blankets,
if I love myself.
I'd see the world as it is
not a chamber of torture & regrets.
If I love myself
I would not watch so many horror movies
and let little things hit the mark.
If I love myself I'd go with the
flow for awhile, give out love as I
go along & call it a life well-lived.
If I love myself.

Mistaken love.

Mistaken love from some place dark.
Crave the emotional drug to
bring out the worst in me.
Life can be all about
counting scars and,
drink up youth while it lasts.
But true love will give you
a notebook & a pen
so you start from the beginning
and chronicle the brave adventures
of a one-of-a-kind human.

Narcissist.

All along there's the
misogynistic undertone.
You say it's love
I say go fuck yourself.

You think you know me
but say I don't know you.
Is it a good thing?
Or is that info optional?

I don't need your pity
you sap my energy.
I might have been weak
but you're holding onto me.

Give it a second and
let it all sink in:
I'm the lead in my story
even if it's narcissistic.