Saturday, July 26, 2008

Freewrite- Stress Release

Cutting hair wanting
Cutting people from life
Sick sick sick of bullshit
Sick of place

Fingernails painted bloody messed up
Decency not a part of diction
Not a part of life
Living in Fiction
Like a different world

World of scum
World below
Not caring, harping
Negative

Nonsense of course
To minds outside mine
Except if your loved
Trusted
Kind

Then you know
What feels and grows
Like daggers
Within owned heart
Within owned soul
Hatred not sparked
By nothing at all