Sin City Circles and Circles

For the sake of fun
Or what feels like should be fun
We marry, merry.

Vegas:

a ball of slow-cicles, colliding.

Much to be avoided.

Though we are here, we don’t belong. We’re among the weary, yet not lost.

AND THEN THERE’S MONEY!
Plastic coins in the shape of
debt!

Loose your pocket!

Let’s unabashedly run into the drunken abyss and sip sweet wine
Let’s play in pools of empty satisfaction and sully our good names!
Let’s believe for once in the honest truth of luck and put it on black.

When in truth, we’re broke
The fun runs short; slight pockets
Light at night’s not right.

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Sin City Circles and Circles

Seekers and Tweakers and Broken Beakers OR I’m Also Inspired To Write While Reading

Seekers make up my closest friends.
Those who never seem to be relieved.

I am perhaps one.
Sure to claim no relief, but much to overcome.

There are parts of me that can’t wait to learn and grow.
Others feel the weight of the wide world and get stuck.
I’m on the outer-edges.

Some among my friends,
seem to have hit something like gold.
With no fear: true.

It isn’t that I’m afraid of being true, just that there won’t be a
single friend left after I’m through with the true.

Life blows up.

Seekers and Tweakers and Broken Beakers OR I’m Also Inspired To Write While Reading

Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.

This is Haiku x 3 (I think that’s a thing?)

I do not have the ability to not tell everyone,
everything I’m thinking all the time. My brain’s need for attention is concerning but
its need for righteousness is downright terrifying. I will win.

Personifying individual parts of a person is exciting.

Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.