white rabbit

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cocaine apologies
and a bloody nose.
twist-piss spickets spit verbs at 10 thousand miles a minute.
"i did drugs at a show"
shut the fuck up.
no one cares about the pounds of coke you've consumed
or the acid trip you had last week where you didn't learn anything.
do you just do drugs to brag?
sorry for being so blunt
but you tell me every day about your selfish escapades.
and you're not the first to tell me redundant stories about getting laid.
do something other than boast about nothing.
you brag about bags of green
turned to dust, consume like a fiend.
and you expect me to pat your back about it.
like hey, yeah that's cool that you do exactly what everyone else is doing.
oops.
maybe i shouldn't be so negative.
i was a high schooler once too.
one day i learned sacred geometry is not the meaning of life
and getting resin in your pipe does not add up to accomplishment..
i'm spent, burnt on both ends,
i grew tired of the way i made friends
who don't wanna hang unless i got a ten..
can we just do nothing and learn to be human?
or take a walk through some nature and get lost in our heads?
no, we have to remember to try to forget.
open our cuts so we can't try to mend.
it felt good for a while til i was left wide open
and hopeless in san francisco
convinced i was the antichrist because i was on mushrooms
and i have a 666 on the back of my arm because i'm a fucking idiot
impulsive tattoos really had an effect
my psyche was broken and i slept at a greyhound station
i called my mom because i just wanted love
telling people the world had already ended while i wait for my bus
reading poetry to strangers trying to tune me out.
but i just want to teach them human interaction outside the internet
and they want to stare at their iphones.
cameras scare me, the system is watching....
i know too much and i shouldn't be talking.
maybe i went too far and now i'm too scared.
fell into the rabbit hole and i wasn't prepared.
i saw the light and i got out quick
and i buried the hole.
damn that rabbit,
it never even existed.

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I missed this

It is really good

And sounds real

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it is real

my poems are honest, nonfiction

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I could tell

I know a little

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