write

why

can’t I

seem to

find the time

to write

I know I need to

lord knows

it helps me

but life keeps

getting in the

way

my mind keeps

getting in the way

and

like a bathtub overflowing

with the faucet broken

my mind

is getting

way too

fucking

cluttered

with memories

of ghosts

and angels

and demons

cluttered

next to

thoughts

of my brothers

and sisters

in Iraq

in Palestine

in Syria

in Mexico

in Afghanistan

in Pakistan

in Yemen

in Ukraine

in Somalia

in Uganda

in Mexico

in Guatemala

in Libya

in Egypt

in

in

in…

my mind

all the time

stuck

inside this

fucking

head

from these sweatshop clothes

to the GMO beer

and its all the same

just another year

more things

we’re told to fear

more people

we’re taught

to hate

and I’m fucking up

my fate

i mean

i must be

just six credits left

to get a degree

and i have to be

nomadic

no hope left

no reason to stay

so

peaced out ‘of bean town

it was the only way

to try

staying

sane

but it still rains

in Hawaii

more GMOs grow everyday

i just cant seem

to get away

from the world

from myself

i need help

i need to start

writing again…

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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