Free Your Mind!

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Her name is Insomnia.

The time is now 4:30AM .
Dear Insomnia,
You're a bigger bitch than i am-
Fuck you but thank you.
You put me thru hell.
But i must say, these are the most
(silently) productive hours of my days.
I do nothin but think, think, think-
Stuff my knowledge with
thoughts, desires, ideas, fears,
Dreams, doubts, names, songs.
The whole package ,
It's been a while since i last withdrew
anything with a pen but no poetry for
you just yet. a LOT has happened
in these past weeks tho dont mind if i share-
We graduated.
We laughed & cried.
Summer began.
We partied from sun up to sun down & sun up again.
Angry mothers mobbed my night.
Im single, boys are pilin up.
Im colder by the day, cutthroat should i mention.
Briana turned 18.
We signed up for COLLEGE- lbcc.
We stayed up starin at our ceilings painted with
our dreams- signed, Sugar&Spice.
A N D ...
The best of the best died- M.Jackson & believe me
when i say a part of my childhood dies with
him. Truly unparalleled now&forever.
You are STILL my idol.

Is this long or what?
Dont blame me. Blame Insomnia,
The bitch that wont fuck off.

Now i say farewell, the sun is soon
to rise & the vampires must hide.

- Spice

I love cartoons.

A Fatal Attachment;

A Material World- In which we bathe in dependence on wealth. Natural insecurities revamp the original and God-given. Covert beneath objects stamped with sole logos and soaring numbers. Concealed identities in painting and scent. Physical ability conquered by the modernly & continuously expanding technology. Intimidation effecting in the basis to splurge on what the Smiths have. The perpetual desire to enhance physical appearances confused with competitive conceit. People in the world today- Trapped in ardent admiration on material belongings we value more than money itself. We toil for wealth to disburse on things that cover our bare image. Is anything natural and pure anymore? It’s a Material Word. I admit my part to the destruction, but who isn't? 

- Spice

Deeper.

to see beyond what the surface paints, to hear past the speakers & bass, to feel more depth than what touches skin, to speak with no fear or insecurity, is to extend knowledge to its hidden power.

- Spice

Unsatisfied Appetite

A blank stare fixed on the ceiling fan spinning around and around

Along with countless thoughts weighing my head down

Ears red and hot, here comes the frustration

My stomach growls silent, appetite built of determination

Off goes my mind to the land where I dream

Success is my drug of choice in which of that I feen

With that I continue to search for my next fix

I need every bit even the residue I lick

I love the high and the higher I look to get

Will be another trying to convince me to quit

Discourage me you try; bring me to the ground

But here still I am watching the fan go around and around.

_Sugar.

STARVING!!!!

I'm hungry as fck!

Food? Nah, success.

My appetite grows with each passing day.

I'm ready to eat you dumb fcks alive.

Prepare to become my next snack or get the fck out my way.

Keep your eyes open, all you can do now is watch.