18 to 19, and the Life Behind the Days of it

Day 36

Oddly enough I have so much to write about. The thing of it is though I am not going to write about it all or much of it. I have the thoughts just not the aspiration or inspiration to write about some of it just yet. For now I just find myself trying to create problems so I have something to deal with. This is a never ending cycle in my life I want to have something wrong. I think of love again today. I think of things that linger. My fears. My past. My loves. My life. I am lost in a world with no light. I have heard a song today while listening to papa roach. These are the lyrics and I couldn’t agree more.

Theres no money theres no possessions
Only obsession I dont need that shit
Take my money take my obsession

I just want to be heard loud and clear are my words
Coming from within man tell them what you heard
Its about a revolution in your heart and in your mind
Till you find a conclusion lost out in obsession
Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lesson
And your pocketbooks stressing
Youre a slave to the system working jobs that you hate for that shit you dont need
Its too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and see
Stop thinking about yourself start thinking about

Theres no money theres no possession only
Obsession I dont need that shit
Take my money take my possession take my obsession
I dont need that shit

Because everything is nothing
And emptiness isnt everything
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul
Flip it inside out its a big black hole
Take your money burn it up like an asteroid
Possession though youre never gonna feel the void
Take it away and learn your best lesson
The heart the soul the life the passion

Theres no money theres no possession
Only obsession I dont need that shit
Take my money take my possession take my obsession
I dont need that shit

Money possession obsession
Present yourself press your clothes comb your hair
And clock in
You just cant win just cant win
And the things you own own you
Nooooooooooooo

Take my money take my possession take my obsession
I dont need that shit
Fuck your money fuck your possession fuck your
Obsession I dont need that shit
Money possession obsession I dont need that shit

I believe I had written something to maybe not this extent but a similar idea in the previous weeks. That said I will end with a short poem or two.

Naked

I sit in this world naked
Legs crossed
Hands crossed caressing them
Water pours down
Piercing my skin
Cleansing my soul
This new color
This new shine
This new emotion
All a gift
Harsh cold tears
Harsh steaming sweat
Harsh ice rain
All bouncing off
This skin
Glistening with resonance
Waterfalls crashing on rocks
Eroding, impersonations, of happy
Seeing through rain
Crashing into my soul
Naked leaves me whole.
Slivers of silver
Naked bears gold.

Next poem sorry if the colors are to much but pay attention

Dark silhouettes
Following,
Haunting
Stalking
My shadows

Bright beacons
Directing
Enticing
Saving
My guide

Real moments
Deceiving
Restoring
Saddening
My lust

Sadly Booksie hates me so I lost all my colors and sizes so it is going to all be one size this always seems to happen.