life is a jumbled poem and the late night write my original quotes, notes, passing thoughts, rambling, random, rants, rubbish, shit writing., short except of my life, struggling, the late night write, venting 4:12 am
Sitting nude next to an open window
on the 7th floor
& I have a joint in my fingers
I don’t normally drink gin
but it was purple
& I do love the color
I don’t know if I prefer to sway over the hot bath
or the cold street
I don’t know if I want someone to look up or if I wish to fall down
All I’m sure of
is that I shouldn’t be smoking this joint in the apartment.
–A
life is a jumbled poem and life stuff and ranting and venting acceptance, alateen, alchohol abuse, change, faimly, memorys, poem, rants, reality, rubbish, shit writing., symbolism, venting 5:22 pm
When i was 12 you would order sandwichs for me cause subway was to loud.
Id save you a seat next to me in the basement and you always made me feel a part of things.
Like it was ok to be there and I was wanted.
After you always walked me to the train or my dad.
You made sure I was safe and always included.
I hold that inside of me as memory of haveing a faimly and being loved.
You are my mental safe place,
so why now do you make feel like I need to slink away quietly and hide?
Why do I feel like spill that needs to be hidden from the adults?
You’ve always been there to clean me up and set things right,
so why do I feel like I live under the rug with the rest of the dust and crumbs of the past.
I know we change as we grow,
But have we changed that much?
You loved me once,
I called you brother.
Where is my brother now?
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