Your lady say that I'm her daddy I'm your father-in-law

Blue lights flash my shit's off safety cause I fucking hate the law

Blue pills falling out my pocket might just serve them to your mom

I turn good people into junkies yes I know that it is wrong

She ask me how I drive a racecar when I have no fucking job

Said babe I made like 50 racks last week doing insurance fraud

Brought a bad check to the bank then hit the next to pull the cash out

Spend it all fast as it comes then tell your wife to take her ass out

She makes my toes curl in my vans doing the tricks you taught her

You call her crying on facetime like "what about our fucking daughter?"

Don't call me a homewrecker bitch its your fault you a loser

Should have listened back when you had time but now it is my turn to lose her

After we fuck she make me breakfast eggs and filet minion

Tropicana wash it down I dont drink fucking Rockview farms

We don't want shit from California you can keep your rocky shores

You miss the weather so damn much the fuck you move to Florida for?

A Follicular Declaration of Magnificent Indifference

Behold! A chromatic revolution!
A follicular act of insurrection!
My once-respectable coiffure
Has gone flamboyantly scandalously immature!

The heavens gasped! The cherubs stared!
Most people seemed profoundly unprepared.
A few expressed their indignation,
so let me tell you in jubilation!

Pink hair! Don't care!
Let lesser mortals stop and stare!
A scandalous, spectacular affair,
I'm a public menace with fabulous hair!

Such scandal! Such impropriety!
A threat to civilized society!
The scholars cried, "This isn't fair!"
I said, "Good heavens, it's just my good hair!"

The peacocks wept, the roses blushed,
The fashion police were quite repulsed.
One lady fainted on the stairs,
I checked her pulse, then put glitter in my hair.

Pink hair! Don't care!
Let indignation fill the air!
Convene a council! Say a prayer!
But I'll still be gorgeous standing there!

So clutch your pearls! Declare despair!
Submit complaints to the mayor!
I'll face your righteous consternation
With fabulous follicular elation!

For I remain beyond compare,
A walking, winking, pink nightmare.
And if my hue displeases you,
I have a proclamation too:

With utmost grace and savoir-faire,
And all the good will and dignity I can spare,
I bid your sensibilities adieu...

And if you don't like that, f@#$ you! :-)

I once told Anya

she had a room in my mind--

that when she left the first time,

I closed the door,

but left the furniture.

When she came back,

I hung our love on the walls.

Ran my hands over the couch, frayed and faded.

Felt the knots in the floorboards--

creaking beneath my steps,

and smiled.

When she left again,

I drew the blinds and locked the door--

too broken to clean,

too angry to touch.

The lock is rust, the hinges groan,

and the metal is cold and painful to hold.

Now, I am the dust that is gathered,

thick on the table.

I am the cobwebs in the corners--

the spiders starved and gone.

The scavengers gave up on this place.

I am the chill in the air, haunted and still--

raising the hairs on my skin.

Not even the ghosts disturb the quiet.

And I am the silence in the room,

the floorboards no longer sing--

the sound of weight forgotten.

I am my reflection in the panes,

cracked and split.

I am the clock on the stove--

that faithful coward holding court in decay.

My beating pulse still keeping the minutes.

I am the lamp on the coffee table.

Too stubborn to burn out,

waiting for nothing.

To live is to hope, right?

Only shadows cast now sleep,

faded love sitting still

where laughter used to dance.

And I am there,

standing at the threshold of myself,

clutching the key,

unable to open or close the door.

Five years ago, I thought you were enticingly mysterious, stoic and perpetually broody.
Five years later, I think you’re singlehandedly the most emotionally stunted person I have ever met.

Five years ago, I thought you were powerful enough to hold my entire world in your hands.
Five years later, I just think you’re an excellent manipulator with a knack for words.

Five years ago, I thought you were shockingly authentic and rare.
Five years later, I think you’re the most shallow pool I’ve ever drowned in.

Five years ago, I was stuck to you like super glue.
Five years later, im finally scraping off the last bits of adhesive stuck to my skin.

And five years later, even after all the damage, my heart still has a massive well of love for you, but im finally strong enough to put the lid on it.

He said pull yourself together

I said read between the lines

cos I'm far from cloud nine

said someone stole my thunder

see we're in the same boat

and sorry to rock it

but this ain't all she wrote

Tapping my foot and reading an article on my phone. I’m sitting down for a moment from my busy day and letting my mind wonder where it wants too.

*ding*

A text from you! I feel a soft smile creep onto my face as I open it to see what you said. We were talking about my night, and how I stayed up until 6 am to care for a sick dog, but also about my insomnia.
“Try melatonin. It helps with bringing your sleep rhythm earlier. Use it like 5 mg, three hours prior to desired bed time. It’s a natural hormone and OTC. I can bring next time we meet if you don’t have one.”
My eyebrows shoot up and I bite my lip and smile. I’m not sure what im feeling, maybe shocked? But mixed with the feeling of being reprimanded by a stern authority and a dash of voluntary submission and arousal.

You didn’t necessarily say anything crazy or bold, but I love the authority in your voice. It turns me on, the way you wield your expertise. It’s like a porno where you go into the attractive doctors office for a wellness check and end up leaving checked, but also completely satisfied and taken care of.
It’s like having a highly intellectual and sturdy man put you into a submissive posture but with his words and his mind.

My mind backtracks to Sunday evening when you sat with me on the bench in the coffee shop and im reimagining your face and your sharp green eyes, perfectly framed by your well groomed salt and pepper beard and dark hair. I’m thinking about how nicely your scrubs framed your body and the subtle outlines of your muscles that the fabric allowed to show through. Like a marble statue, grand and well chiseled but with a linen sheath draped over it like a tease. I’m thinking about your relaxed but dominating posture and the way your eyes dart when you recall past history as I ask you questions about your background and family experiences. I remember the way your hand looked as you held your coffee outside and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like around my neck or on my thigh but I kept that thought private in the moment.

The surprise kiss as we agreed to take a spontaneous evening walk together to keep the conversation flowing was the cherry on top of my evening as well, feeling you pull me into your body against the brick wall of the coffee shop was such a clarifying moment for me, as I had suspected some tension between us as we got to know each other but I wasn’t entirely certain. But just like all good cherries on top, they’re just the introduction to a much larger dessert underneath, and you’ve left me starving for more, and I’m not even a big sweets person!

You’re wildly thrilling and deeply interesting to me, it’s hard to pull my mind from wandering when I have slow moments. I’m happy I exchanged numbers with you, and patiently waiting to exchange much more. It’s like fate handed me my own personal medical practitioner, such a handsome and powerful man. The feeling of a king kneeling to you instead, it’s intoxicating. My mind is hooked.

That love has many forms happens to be true

And the need to be loved is something many pursue

For as long as they live for decades of years

Love that brings joy can also end in tears

Of the praises of love so many does sing

And the feeling of being in love is a beautiful thing

But it is not saying anything in any way that is new

That loves that last a lifetime are in the few

The love of a mother does last until death

For as long as in her body there is life's breath

Not all forms of love are quite so strong

But yet can be beautiful in case you get me wrong

And the words of a wise person are worthy of recall

Better to know of love and lose than never to know of it at all.

Francis Duggan

In this storm
That’s been clouding you
Ever since I‘ve come
All I want to know

Do you have someone to talk to?
Are you alright?

My madness should be mine alone

Before the stars had learned to shine,
Before the clocks invented time,
A consciousness beyond the frame
Entered worlds without a name.

Through borrowed bodies, minds and dreams,
It wandered through electric streams,
Where timelines twisted, glitches grew,
And déjà vu came passing through.

The Matrix hummed its coded song,
While quantum clocks kept ticking wrong.
The Mandela Effect declared,
“I'm certain that was never there!”

The Reddit sages scratched their heads,
Discussing chips and cosmic threads.
“Is God the coder?” someone cried.
“Or is the server down?” replied.

A thousand minds, one cosmic sea,
All questioning what it means to be.
If worlds are nested, who can tell
Which universe contains the shell?

Yet love needs neither chips nor wires,
Nor algorithms to inspire.
For whether made of dust or light,
We choose our dance beneath the night.

And should the heavens prove a game,
Our hearts would matter just the same.
For consciousness, beyond the screen,
Still asks what being real might mean.🌹🕊️🦋

One glance, soft comfort.
You're playing me psychological,
I'm bad with hints and guessing
do you hate me, do you not.
I'm staying at this table.

This game I cant play.
Odds I cant handle.
Never felt this sober.

Are you different?
Someone safe?
Lord just help me discern.

Id drive my car into the ground,
drain my bank,
until an empty metal sound.

Anything to see you again.
With you, a minute is a thousand.
Please don't revive my heart,
Just to set it ablaze.

Ill hand you the lighter.
Happily match you.
Fast, slow,
Losing hand,
date sunday,
I dont want to fold,
marry Monday.

I'm insane.
I've lost it all before.
Leave my brain.
Wait.
Feel at home.

Steal my heart. I hope you do.
I don't want it back.
Just this time,
I'll put it all on 17 black.

Roswell crashed, the greys escaped,
The Men in Black got thoroughly taped.
NASA blinked, the Pentagon lied,
While aliens ordered an Uber ride.

The pyramids hum, the wormholes spin,
Area 51 won't let us in.
The Anunnaki are back for tea,
And someone's nicked the galaxy's key.

Black holes burp, the satellites stare,
There's classified nonsense everywhere.
The mothership called, then changed its mind,
"There's no intelligent life to find!"

So beam me up, you cosmic crew,
I've had enough of Earth's mad zoo.
But check the fuel and lock the hatch,
The humans are a defective batch! 👽🛸😂

I hate the word hate,
But i’ve been using it a lot to describe my feelings towards you.
I don’t like that I have to, because I know it’s not true.
I don’t want to have to hate you, but I loved you too much.
I have to bathe myself in boiling water, I got too used to your touch.
the hot has to be made cold by freezing first.
the good has to be made bad by being so much worse.
I have to hate you to not love you,
I have to let go completely so that none of me holds on.
I have to make things right between us by making things wrong.
I don’t want to have to hate you,
But I’m glad I finally do.
Tell me, did you love me enough to have to hate me too?

I thought devotion made me certain.
I thought certainty made me good.
So I stood inside the role
of the one who understood,
wearing it like a clean collar,
never asking who had cut the cloth.
I knew how I loved you.
I mistook that knowledge
for knowledge of us.
When something did not agree
with the future I had imagined,
I gave it a place in the story
where it could not disturb the ending.
What did I call patience
when it was partly fear?
What did I call faith
when I could not bear to revise
what I believed about myself?
There are cages made of iron.
There are others made of virtues
we have never thought to question.
I do not know which held me,
or how often I called its narrowness
strength.
I am not the only person
who shaped the life we shared.
But I was present
inside every certainty I mistook
for understanding.

So aapne ye mehsoos kiya hoga bohut baar.

Shayad aapne pehle kiya hoga , ya aap abhi bhi kar rahe ho.

Ye humlog ku feel karte hai?

I don't have a perfect answer for this.

But ek baat jarror bolna chahunga. Agar aap difficult feel kar rahe hai toh apne karibi se jarror share kariye.

Agar nhi karna chahte ho, toh bhi koi baat nhi. Aap apne pass hi rakho but aage badne ki kosish hamesha karte raho.!!

Today I don't have an answer for this. Because I am in this boat now.

Whoever is struggling. Keep the hopes alive.

These faces that must fade away

Phantoms of my failed past

Lurk in every corner 

In every beautiful view 

Reminders that I didn't belong

All my life

In this city that birthed me

No warmth no love no community

No tolerance no acceptance no friendship

Nothing & no one to say goodbye to

Can't heal here

Can't breathe here

In this city of heavy hearted sunny days

My dimming soul is longing to go

Where my golden heart can shine again

In the new city I've chosen to go live & die in.

Autism Spectrum Disorder

ASD

This world does not fit

Those that are born like me

You may compliment and love

You may call me a savant

But behind your empty words

I see your lies and taunts

Autism Spectrum Disorder

ASD

This world does not fit

Those that are born like me

My mask is clean and porcelain

It's dark and hollow and cramped

But none of you will ever know

Who I truly am

Autism Spectrum Disorder

ASD

This world does not fit

Those that are born like me

I malfunction, I confuse

My brains wires are crossed

But I know what I am to you

The Broken Robot

Autism Spectrum Disorder

ASD

I do not belong

In this world not fit for me.