Poems and coffee.
My voice is horsing.
Screaming for attention.
No twitter mention.
Not enough likes.
Am I likable?
Depressing thoughts, are they writeable?
Same jeans for days. Same ol.
Its raining and I cannot afford a rain coat.
That rhymed, so why not…
Choking voluntarily, please don’t give me a Heimlich.
My lifetime is limited, and these years in my twenties are a mere timeslot.
I fascinate over death, this realist attitude is not spiritual enough.