Quicken

I sit in a euphoric haze.

The stimulants have quickened my heart rate.

So I reach for something more mellow without a thought or care in the world.

When the bottles are full I would never dare hesitate. 

My love of mind altering fun has quickened with each and every one of our romantic dates.

I am the queen of allowing things to escalate 

To bend and break beyond the point of repair.

Far and beyond the chance to escape.

The truly twisted part of it all is…

I wouldn’t have it any other way. 
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Free when I fly

I have been MIA

What can I say? 

The life of an optimistic and addiction fueled woman is no crying shame.

I have never left the country let alone the state. 

If it was up to me I would never change.

I have lost chunks of time and convinced myself they must be memories not worthy of taking up space in my mind.

I went on a dope binge.

I went on a coke binge-to counteract my fatigue.

My pupils were pinpricks 

like only a dope fiend bitch 

could understand. 

My pupils were saucers

like machines from outer space.

The kind a fellow tweaker could understand-after they’ve cleaned the white powder off the table with their face.

I am real when I am high.
I am free when I fly.

Eternally I shall soar across the open sky.

My love my drugs and I.

Misfit Mystic

I am here to proclaim that I have NO APOLOGIES.

I refuse to apologize for who I am.

I refuse to apologize for being something that someone else does not care for.

I refuse to let the days of yesteryear follow me blindly to the future and guide me by fear.

I am here to rallly all my fellow misfits. To scream at them (inspirationly of course!) to quit crying about being different. 

I am in love with being authentic. 

Some people are just too damn simplistic to understand the heart and soul of a true misfit.

And really they can only understand things from their level of perception and consciousness. Ignorance is bliss. 

But I would much rather be crazy as shit and say fuck you to those who judge. 

Because weirdness and I will forever be in love.

Untitled Poem

There is this innate ability inside of you. It hides in the deepest and darkest

And quite often unvisited crevices of your psyche.

It is up to you if you so chose to let your inner light shine.

As hard as you try

You can only close two eyes.

And the one that lies inside remains open wide.

The angel on my shoulder is so annoylingy motivating. She screams for me to 

TRY.TRY.TRY.

But the devil is so tempting she sits so seductively on the other side. She howls a different tune 

GET HIGH.HIGH.HIGH.HIGH.

Fluctuations between wisdom and weeping

I am encased in bliss and my former self is seething.

I suppose I should be filled with gratitude for it is a miracle I am still breathing.

Jiggle

My thighs jiggle 

I could care less.

My eyes jiggle

When I am high as fuck and beyond the call of duress.

My mind jiggles

I have had no time to give it a rest.

My foot jiggles 

To an unheard melody that lies somewhere deep inside me. 

My heart and soul jiggle 

It is high time I hit that button and vow to reset.

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Road home

I have learned that the road home
is not always paved with sunshine and rainbows. 

Try heartache

meaningless sex.

and razors paired with baggies. 

There is betrayal 

There is infidelity 

and tunes with no melody

But it is the former that gives us hope. 

Keep your eye on those. 

But never forget there would be no road if it weren’t for the storm that must come 

before the clouds make way for the brilliant and shining sun ⛈🌞🌈