#WriteFree365 – Day 243: Buried Alive Interlude

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(It was tough to find a song today.  But when I did… eight straight months of writing.  Day 243…)

I jump right in and fall asleep, ’cause you are the death of me…

At this point,
The cause of death
Only matters to those who’ll know our story long after I’m gone
The truth straddles two sides
Mine digging deeper into my mind to lay
And yours closing the coffin
While I still looked at you wondering
If you were sure.

Goodbye is a premeditated crime
Murder two
Souls who knew demise was imminent
I stared in the eyes of my killer
As beautiful as you are
Missing your demeanor
Added to your charge
Another degree
Made you colder
Turning a vow into a felony

I hope you can hear me banging underneath your ribs
That dirt piled onto my gravesite
Won’t keep my spirit from haunting you
It’s only right neither of us get much sleep.

#WriteFree365 – Day 57: P&P 1.5

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(Felt like writing to something crude.  Doesn’t mean the scenario isn’t true.  Day 57….)

I’m going through something in life…

I have a terrible habit of drinking away my problems
I skip the cup
And ingest libations to stave off finding the proper solution another night
Tequila works the best
To kill the little bird mocking my weak will.
But he doesn’t know how good it feels…

The refrigerator opens like a contact list
The lady of choice appears on the counter
Understanding her purpose
Restore courage and maybe pull the truth from the clutter of dilemma

She offers her neck to my palm
Knowing she’ll empty herself for me
And only have the satisfaction of my satisfaction
Her lips meet mine
Elevate her even higher onto my shoulders
I only drink top shelf.
Shots are for pussies
And I down an entire clip of her.

Maybe the answer is at her bottom
I’ve grabbed it enough times to know that isn’t true
But it feels so good…
I forget everything
Round after round of liquor ingestion drowns my thoughts.
No matter how high my tolerance
She can always get me drunk.

The proof of her potency is evident
Sweat mixes with condensation
I’m aggressively distancing myself from ails
Like sobriety isn’t stronger than gravity
But I’ll worry about that later
It’s time for another bottle…

#WriteFree365 – Day 50: The Art of Peer Pressure

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(I think Kendrick Lamar’s debut album won’t be fully appreciated for another few years.  I pull from it for Day 50…)

One day, it’s gon burn you out…

Do it.
Words people called friends say to him
He who shared the same title in their circle
Amidst the swoosh shaped smoke patterns
Ridicule and inquires of courage fill the four door van.
“Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Yo, stop being a bitch.”
Their song of persuasion translates into “I’ll be there for you.”

His confusion is evident
The vehicle a mystery machine
And he’s still clueless to the presence of villains masked as
His eyes are hazy
It could be the quality of herb
Or lack of camaraderie elsewhere
But he can’t see as clearly as he does when alone.

The moment of truth arrives
The blunt near his lips
One last inhale before igniting the tip.
One large inhale
He fires
Assault rifle rounds paint buildings
And flesh
Along the street
Bodies drop like ashes
Encouragement pushes him to take another toke to ensure the high is reached.
To finish his masterpiece.

Normally, sobriety prevails
But not tonight
He’s with his friends…