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.

The BASICS.

i'm not society's advocate nor am i humanity's expectation. 

love is pleasure but so it is pain. 

i don't believe in peace but i encourage order. 

i have trust in liberty but do not support anarchism. 

joy is worthwhile but it isn't reliable. 

sorrow brings rain but a beginning in return. 

nights become bleak and men get colder. 

sun strikes heat and women get even. 

passion builds relations but so does it complications.

trouble follows and it doesn't choose its victims. 

decisions vary but they don't make the choices. 

time is unstoppable but so it is lethal. 

someday is any day but it could've been yesterday. 

questions propose answers but they're never constant. 

friends are there but who said they will stay. 

life ain't always awful nor is it always lovely. 

do you & ima do me; 

i'm not perfect and neither are you, things are granted but nothin is guaranteed. 

truth speaks, open minds listen- Live in the PRESNT, Die in the FUTURE.

- Spice

WTFYALLNIGGASSCREWIN?!

WTFYALLNIGGASDOIN?!

chopped&screwed coming soon

cover illustrated by yours truly.

Untitled

She stares at the ceiling until it is no longer visible

Closes her eyes due to the rigorous crucible

The tears fall down her burning cheeks

Staining the pillows of the meek

The speakers cry the sympathizing notes

Flows past the earlobes meanwhile it soaks

In her hand lies the familiar bounds of paper

Neighboring the led slayer

Her heart is released through her fingertips

Along follows her mind with each shift

The pressure is dismissed

Peace is to what her lobes commit

Her paper bound inhaler

All mighty emancipator

She being the creator

-Sugar.

My Enemy

The heavy images flow into the iris

Sneakily move past the eyelids

Discreet, travel in silence

Ambitions to decrease the intelligence

Creeps past the lobes, races towards the back of the brain

Stores itself where information was once contained

They rhythm and the beat work together in unisons

The young experiment receives the noise that echoes against it's eardrums

Literature and history begin to become shunned

The control center is captured by the idea and creates an illusion

Where as of now it only contains confusion

Reality and fantasy is nothing but fusion

Leaves the mind in a daze, craze

Off on a foolish rampage

Wishing it was simply a phase

When it is a life long stage

Of stereotypical nonsense and mockery

As if you stand in front of jury

Looked at from the eyes of superiority

Down into those of inferiority

-Sugar.

The Long Way Home

Sugar&Spice took a trip to visit the Kaws exhibition.

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