NOTES THAT I WRITE FROM THE HEART, NEITHER SAD, NOR HAPPY. JUST UNWANTED THOUGHTS THAT COME AND LEAVE QUICKLY. My life the battered the bruised parts of me that I express in code through my writings and poems when I have nothing to do I write. They may not be big and long, but they have so much meaning in them like black spit onto your face till the leader sees me and I am punished with the whip of numbness. You laugh at my pain till, when the leader is gone and your laughter has faded. It is now I who whips you numb to the point where you cannot stand on your own two feet. Words say a lot about someone, then I guess I have nothing to say even thought you are being mean to me. I’m not going to jump up and get mad because then I’ll be the fool you wanted me to be. Just because you judge me doesn’t mean I’m going to turn around and do what you do be stupid with you.
February 20, 2014