2:41 a.m minutes exatly! and going nuts! love mom.

Hard to be sober but,
I can still be an oger.
Fuck me, tomorrow I put the alarm clock at 6:30 a.m
to help mom
I am the fucked up son
So…. she moved to a new place, so unpaking and paking boxes,
and my guess is that there will be more things to do, and not for you!
Fuck me, can´t sleep.
But I will be there with mommy like a dummy-mommy
alarm clock
or not.
Love ya mom. I´m getting better, you know it and you too are doing better I know it.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.



And she calls herself ” The clumsy teenager”….. The poem was brillinat, hope I would been that clumsy as a teengager.

Three AM thoughts

A lie we all regret believing ,

Who knew such a hoax it would end up being !

The picture everyone had us paint in our head so deceiving ,

And every conception about adulting, oh so misleading !!!

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Beyond the Limits​



65951976_10219387923193786_8897918540653264896_nDefinition of Limit: a point or level beyond which something does not or may not extend or pass. Synonyms: restrict, curb, check, place a limit on, cap, keep within bounds, hold in check, restrain, put a brake on, hold, or freeze.

We all have done it. We have all dreamed of something big and so far beyond our reach. However, many like myself, first see the limits and often won’t pursue farther than the dream. I have had seasons where it hasn’t mattered if the limit was imagined or real. I would just stand frozen, looking at the desire of my heart and not know how to pursue it. I look at every angle and then get perplexed on what in the world to do.

Other’s will pursue wholeheartedly their life, dreams, and ambitions, but then stop as limits rise up against them. They…

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Darkness Warmth Poetry

She flicked her hips and
Jesus fell
He came so hard
Went straight to Hell
And all the angels knew full well
That with her caress
God would follow

I am predictable
I have died again
All for a scent
Carnal knowledge
And lingering self deprecation

I want to split her hips and redefine
My decline
and decent against
The backdrop of her crumbling universe
To purge myself within her soul
And die upon her broken thrown

But I am only mortal
Dust and bone
Worms and insidious drone
The echos of my collapse

And I relapse
To fill her
To drown her
To die within her
To die
These killing fields
Her pawn
And disease
On her kiss

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