You.

When you’re left alone with your thoughts

Does it sound like you’re stuck in a box?

So loud

So proud

The way you speak to yourself like that

The way you speak to yourself

Oh so fucking rude

You’re such a bitch

Can’t you see?

The very one that’s got your back

You turn on like a little pussy

She’s more than meets the eye

A little girl with so much pride

Never contemplated suicide

She wants to ride high

And hold on to the tide

She is you

You are her

Love her forever

And she’ll see you through this weather

Create

Listen Up!

I’m a little drunk

Leave me the fuck alone

Can’t get no better

Because what the fuck do you know

I ain’t thinking straight

But then again I think I am

My clearest thoughts emerge

I know who I am

Sipping from this cup

It’s time to double up

I laugh at myself

Because this is who I am

Don’t wanna hide it

I wanna hide it

Because I ain’t proud

Or am I

Because my brightest ideas come alive

All the time but no time

Lonely as fuck

But who gives a fuck

Because I got me and my thoughts

Wouldn’t want it any other way

But just like today

My brightest ideas come in the night

Just hope I’m ok

To make it alive

Just let me sip and drown

I ain’t trying to go down

Revelation

Who The Fuck You Looking At?

I’ve had some time to get to know myself

All the fucking time in the world to dwell on who I may be

But don’t you know this shit don’t come easy

Coming and going, going and coming

All the time to switch it up on a motherfucker

All the time, but no time

Don’t know why I do what I do

Gotta keep moving and ‘do what it do’

But why lie and say everything is alright

When I know damn well everything is not fine

You live and you learn

You go and you earn

Everything is learned

Old habits never die, they just continue to multiply

Save me from myself and I’ll do the rest

At my very best

All the fucking time in the world to dwell on who I may be

But never on the person that’s standing right in front of me

Tender

 

What The Fuck Is To Come?

Do you ever think about what is to come? Where the fuck will you be? Will you even be here? What if you die before then? Will you make it that far? You don’t fuckin know. Ya know, I have high hopes for myself. So many dreams and hopes. So many. Too many to fuckin count. What if you knew, what if you knew how the fuck I really am? Would you judge me, would you give a fuck? You don’t fuckin know. I don’t fuckin know. Who the fuck knows? Shut the fuck up bitch, because you don’t fuckin know.

Better

Thoughts on Turning 21

It’s official, I’m 21. I’ve been on this earth 21 years and I’m feeling every emotion right now. I’m even getting teary-eyed writing this post. More than anything, it feels good to be alive. I made it to see 21 when many children and teenagers don’t. I’m very proud of how far I’ve come and no one can take that away from me. I’ve accomplished so much in so little time. Best believe I will continue to prosper and accomplish more than I could ever imagine.

I spoke with my papa earlier today – he told me my grandma would be proud. I’m sure she would.

          BRI. V. M.

Jolt