w_rds

words don't have an impact until we give them power
we assign words and attach them to people, places and things like a stain
and wait for the world to react, emotions brimming over the sides to decide
what’s inside
but there’s emptiness
words have holes
and we’ve fallen through them

I hate the internet

Really? Every relationship, every moment, every thought, every idea of who you "are" is based on the internet. In fact, if I could post this in a newspaper and thought it might even be seen, I would. Instead I'll settle for the fact the maybe one or two people may read this because I'm not half naked perpetrating to get attention. Where are all the real people? Do they even exist anymore? Or is it all just a show to prove who can outdo who? The funny thing is more than half of the people who spend 23.5 hours on the internet are boring, anti social, lonely, awkward people who use the internet to bully people while posting pictures as if they run shit. I'm over it. I'm over the hype & the b.s. I want to meet real people with real thoughts who do real things. Just recently I met a handful of real people and it was like learning to breathe again because I'm so tired of being around/near people who are always trying to compete and be cool. It's so disgusting and pathetic. Like whatever happened to being who you are and that being enough? Now you need the right hair, right eyes, right hair color, right phone, right extracurricular activities -- gotta be seen at the right events hanging with the "right" people. All of it is such a turn off and I feel like the people that are real are becoming extinct. You can't even date people anymore who aren't competing with you. Lame.As.Fuck.

Blue.bleeds.red

Caught between a fistful of dollars & a dream,
a scream
I'm laced in obscurity, my potential transparent against
the pale reform of democracy

They say “Just let it be” but it's hard to let go
when letting go means, giving up my identity

Strapped with an armor of adversity's finest steel
Letters that become words that attack & verbally annihilate
dumb it down: fatality; kill
I'm too dark to shoot back ignorance
I'm too defined to let it break my will

Caution isn't thrown to the wind, it blows there
when your skin feels the landing of its touch
its never enough
even when you feel as if your soul is
sandpaper rough
they want more

Brown bleeds blue like pink bleeds too
and tears that fall scar wounds that don't heal
fresh, raw and constantly entered by the eyes
by the tongues
of said chosen ones
violating my person, my being, feeling dirty
as if a part of them
will now remain a part of me
some way, some how
I've got to get clean
Those racists left their filth on me.