“Transcendent…”

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.

Enough…

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