meet my brain

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Chains

i'm not throwing a fit
but i gotta admit
that I've had enough o'
this chain letter shit

so i've decided
to write me some verse
and you gotta excuse me
if i can't help but curse

presenting my mind
to all o' y'all kind
this is gonna hurt
but i gotta be curt

check this out

why don't chain letters just bring good news?
someone tell me why
somebody always has to die?

i'm sick of reading fake titles,
sick of op'ning sum'n that seems vital,
sick of hearing lies, sick of getting sand in my eyes,
tired of reading some shit about when the next breakup will hit

sick of reading through addresses, tons of addresses
only to find some crap about, something nobody even cares about
i don't give a damn what goes down if i don't believe, or even pretend
just leave me out of it, and maybe I'd still be your friend

don't mail me that crap, think it'll fix your widening gap?
no letter can save you, if your man doesn't want to
don't mail me that BS, we all know it's a PoS
so quit the stupidity, quit mailing no validity

no, it's not cool, you fool, don't you know e-mail's a tool?
you wanna waste your time, go right ahead
but just remember, you've only been suckered,
you've only been tricked by some sick m*therf*cker
and no you're not funny, it's closer to looney
if you dig all that shit that some sicko just spit

i know y'all can feel this, i know I won't miss
so think about it a bit, before you transmit

you + me

Baby,

we've come this far after goin through some shit that have come and gone and now that they gone and things have been said and things have been done, yet we still holdin on,

and i, i remember when people said that our love'd end up dead,

that we'd be,

sooner or later breaking the vows that we made on that day when I promised you and you promised me that we'd,

never let go, that we'd

always hold on, and no wind could move us, no matter how strong,

sure they ruffled our hairs, they blew sand in our eyes, but they always blew on, coz we saw through the lies, right through the sand, and...

we realized

we got more than those promises, more than those memories, more than cute stuff...

we have more than enough. we have more than enough.

we a family.

you, plus me.

refill

It has taken me quite a while to refill my inkwell.

After several silent years, several thousand fettered feelings from my last poetic piece, I found myself once again drawn to the empty pages of paper that used to be the ears to which I poured my persuasions. (mouthful?)

What exactly triggered this hunger I am not sure. Perhaps it was the months of squeezing every last bit of creativity out of my brain to develop my freelance projects that finally unblocked me. Or perhaps it was the attainment of relative stability, that feeling of standing on firm ground, for my beginning family, that finally removed the stress enough to once again let me indulge my emotions. Either way, this is definitely a welcome reunion with my old self, and hopefully this will, in turn, fuel my creativity for my freelance design projects. That way, I can only win.

I am once again beginning to write essays more than two paragraphs long, an extraordinary achievement by the last several years' standards of my writing. Last night I penned a very detailed account of my current state of health, concluding on the note that tomorrow I may very well be admitted to the hospital for a semi-serious respiratory ailment. Oh well, if that ever happens, I guess I'll just have to bring my pen and paper to the hospital so I can write away all that spare time sucking food through my veins.