Experiences

Kamikaze Heart

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If I continue masking my heart with gum and tape
Its only a matter of time before this dam of emotion
Breaks free and drowns me in my own sorrow 
So believe me when I say I only drink for the thrill
But if the only possible way of loving you 
Involves hurting myself in the process
I’m cool with it, anything for you right
You know I’m not as broken as I make it sound sometimes 
Besides I owe you – big time
You did save my life that night I died in your arms – literally
Even if it was for the briefest moment
So I guess it’s somewhat disappointing, ironic 
That the only way I can pay you back 
Is by giving you my kamikaze heart
But then that’s all I have

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VIII.VII.XII

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We’re marked and labeled
Scarred and tainted by the actions
Of those who came before us
Its in our blood to make bold mistakes
And disregard your wise counsel
Coz we have years to spend and luck to chase
Proudly basking in the folly of youth
How can you even judge us when you’re
Essentially looking in the mirror
We inscribe our union with incongruence
Coz our lives are just as imperfect 
Nevertheless we wear these scars shamelessly
Giving our unrighteous souls something
To hold on to till our dying day

#clowning

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Weekends are for relaxing
So when we’re not exploring, eating
Or killing bats and spiders
We wear humor on our faces
And tongues
We say outrageous things
And pretend the world is ours
Coz we heard it belongs
To those who can afford
To stop and smell the flowers

When The Dam Breaks

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I pray this cup is taken away from me
But if I must bear it
If these weary walls collapse and the dam breaks
I’ll invite those I consider closest to come drink with me
From this cup of destruction
Knowing that at the end of it all
When chaos is replaced by calm
Everything will be made whole
And if the faith of those I trust should be blinded
By the weight of this chalice
It will only confirm my suspicions:
You’re the only person I can count on when the dam breaks

September

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Empty bottles on the ground
Golden brown marshmallows​ on the right end
Of the two luckiest twigs in the world
Roasting over a dying fire
The stars in their millions look on
As we bathe in this glorious September moonlight
Counting days and counting sheep
To the sound of brays and hoots
And in the distance the silent hills stand still
There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be
Than here with you getting high on life
Creating weed scented memories

The World Is Not Enough

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The world is not enough
You need a little bit of heaven
The day is not enough
You need a little bit of night
Living is not enough
You need a little bit of love
Kissing is not enough
You need a warm big hug
Chasing the sun
Nine till five, Monday to Friday
Week after week
It’s a toxic cycle our lives follow
Perfectly carving out a slice of emptiness
When will this end
This weekend, perhaps the next
Even though it’s a short lived thrill
The memories that are born
Whenever our worlds collide
Eclipse the hollowness that is my life

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I’d rather be back home in Mfuwe smoking marijuana
Than waste another minute here
Working my nerve over something I know I can’t fix
Curse the fool who said
It will all make sense when get older
And shame to me for believing him