The mouth less things
That have no intent
But are filled with purpose
The polluted rivers
The thinning jungles
The widening desserts
The melting Ice caps
The mouth less beautiful things
That will endure our lust
That will remain long after
We dismiss this reality
The way things are
Things only exist because we believe them
Too late to revise
our global market
I did cocain and benzos and i was drinking and smoking pot too
some people think
this is crazy to me it’s
the only way to get past the overwhelming panic that erupts from my mind
sends tremors through my soul
Shatters all the windows of my heart
Knocks the frames off the hindges
The world we live in
Is so fucked up
I don’t know how people can stand it
I don’t know why were not giving strangers hugs
And looking into the casheirs eyes
Celebrating our privlesge to be alive and not
Starving. In a war, or running from one.
It should make us love one another. But it doesn’t .
George Zimmerman was arrested today for “felony aggravated assault with a weapon, misdemeanor battery-domestic violence and criminal mischief.”
Let me be REALLY clear here: I am white, and I am a woman. I am not, in any way, shape, or form, saying that domestic violence isn’t a massive fucking problem. I am not saying that Samantha Scheibe wasn’t absolutely right to fear for her life, call the police, and press charges. I am 100% on Samantha Scheibe’s side—but the point I am making is not about her.
This is a man who, as I’m sure you can all *recite* by now, saw a black teenage boy named Trayvon Martin walking down the street, at which point Zimmerman followed Martin in his car, called the police, stopped his car and got out, taking his loaded gun with him, to follow Martin, and shot him to death. Martin was walking home from the store with Skittles and an iced tea.
Shot him to death. Police couldn’t give a shit. They let him go. You all know the rest of the disgusting story, racist story.
The guy points a gun at a white woman? He’s arrested, booked, and held without bail.
C’mon, FOX News, hold another fundraiser for the guy’s legal expenses!
I DARE YOU.
I want an endless summer, I want to be the beads of sweat between your breasts. I want to climb a mountain and down a valley again, I want to look into the sun til I go blind. I want my memories of clay tiled floors and his hands to sink to the bottom of the ocean. I want to drive away and never look back, I want gypsy feet that are free to wander, I want to love love love with a reckless abandon of a 14 year old. I want the innocence of never and the maturity of already. I want my hands running down her spine. I want to smell my mothers skin. I want to be beautiful. Be beautiful, want beautiful, need beautiful; life is beautiful. Today is a gift and I want it with all my heart.