Vibrations

Separate the generations, if you had to. Again, it’s only repetitive to you if you listen too closely because blank open space is so much better than envisioning perfection destroyed in front of you.

The disappointment in a heart fallen to walks all over the pavement. Rolls on productions. Heavy set in a move to move the heart. He wanted me hurt. This is it. What if I back it up? That I want, I want, me. No one can have me. The man, the thug. He was supposed to be sweet. Save the women. Save the children. Save us all. It’s not that deep, don’t listen.

Thank God it doesn’t matter, freedom. Hearing vibrations that hurt when they aren’t want where the heart hurts. Breathe. It’s close. I don’t want this to hear you but if it does, I hope you’re fine.

Protect your heart. Love yourselves. Don’t let go and think lashing out means the same love when you speak love and it turns out it’s there. Save and protect. Give peace. Don’t hurt. Let the pain go.

It’s right there. The ties, the strings, the ropes, the cable, and the chain. I couldn’t take it. Please. Beg, quietly. So loud you’re breathless and you can’t suffocate enough. Suffering is a means to someone else. He took me from me, and me twice in myself in an extension that is worth a generation.

Love yourself ladies, I know I do. I love me again. It feels fitting. I am pressed though. This is a matter.

Signed, a lady

•Listen•

The word to spell is on an App game that I do not need to go into. Wordle. To sound in my head. I’m going to go check. Excuse me ✌️🤞

Echo, bro. Echoes. To the shower.

Straight Face

When finding the face on the page takes away from how you feel about your own in the mirror, just remember, “you are beautiful.”

Noise

“It’s a hop and a skip, baby. Call Kip because Michael has no wings for an Angel. Center City is only a stop for the ones stuck, go out to the peace. Meet Ohio, Youngstown. Mimi is posted. But can you meet her? Probably not. Not unless you bring the magic. Glamour the bitch then, give her an illusion. You will never see me. Make that movie. Bitch, ya’ll are extras. Welcome To My Life. That’s MTV, isn’t it? Oh? What the fuck, YOUTUBE… MySpace is blowing Tinypic… tell AIM Messenger, I keep records. Acting up, I warned him. Oh, Christy Lord, Almighty. Amen or whatever. Shit, rooms. You bitches.”

I have got to go, it is all noise.