My mind has been focused on simple acts.
I got lost in the tiniest of fish bowls,
now I have got what I want, my mind is on detonate mode.
123 – it feels like I’ve sold almost all of my souls.
Bolivian marching powder?
No, not that kind of blow but I need a fix to settle these nerves.
What do I know about writing?
It comes my way in swirly acid-like curves
M.A. – Master of Ass holes.
I signed up for this shit and now it feels like I have sucked myself into my own suicide pact, by leaking out the gas-
Riding on a high, I think I can fly.
I hit the floor -head first.
Brain cells die.
The illusion is no more.
I have to take it and there is no more chances to ignore.
My very core.
Paddling with or without an oar.
Fish have evolved and learned to grow wings!
I’m a fallen angel, wings already in place.
I shouldn’t have a problem claiming my precious, idolised rings.
It ain’t hard to fill out my own sin award credit tax.
Therefore, I am pilgrim -like innit mega -sir!
Bitch, fetch me my gown.
My mind is running on crazy adrenaline,
panic sets in and I am fucked if I can remember whose bed I am meant to be in.
Perspective just got that bit closer
It punched me in the face-
Invisible fists just came at me like a ghost –
Can I do this?
I seem to always get what I want.
Except with emotional IQ situations – I kind of let that one slip into the abyss.
So, I continue to create my own destiny…
Fate is for people living in a book of dizzy ,fairy tale necessity.
I feel the fear.
I’m not gonna lie.
All this sudden knowledge makes me want jump ship and say,
‘fuck! Au revoir, matie. Here, you have a go and steer.’
Fear is good.
It means I care.
Passion is good
It means I will probably fare.
So cool how I fooled my way into school.
This shit could still just back fire- now who’s the cool fool?
Past is a bit tense.
Future has been signed by my consent.
Got to end – we all want a happy ending.
I made this shit up.
I decide what is outstanding and what is still pending.
Having a panic attack. Trying to type me out of one. I’ve done it before. I’m in. I am starting the first part of my MA in creative writing in October 2016.)
I’ve got like a million books I need to read and I only have one brain currently ruled by my fucking physical needs and lusts!