Bars all around,

She is the one that got herself into this rut.

Doors always shut.

Her anger and anxiety she can hardly bare.

The wings she thought she had, now have a tare.

A place of freedom, of great space and joy,

Feels like a trap now filled with a void.

She once was always running,

from what I don’t know.

Maybe herself or maybe her sorrow.

She strives to be still,

and at peace with what is,

to except what is happening and to let in what still is.

The lesson she is learning about being alone,

she will look back and be thankful and atone.

She perceives her desires, her dreams and aspirations,

though they will not be met with others in the equation.

They do not see her for her true state,

only a child, though they were brought together by fate.

They love and adore her for what shes not shore,

maybe they know, that one day,

with her torn wings she will sore.

They are a bunch of exploiters, thriving on the gullibility of people. There is no power outside of man. Man has created god out of fear. So the problem is fear and not God.
Jed Mckenna, Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment 

Was it Magic that got me out,
or just a series of Fucked up decisions,
on his part and on mine?

Was it cosmic or chaos that brought us together,
and me out of the trap I was in?

Alisun Brown
You fucking work five days to enjoy two. I don’t know if you gamble, but them’s shit odds.
Doug Stanhope (via poetrea)
I think a person needs to learn from childhood to find himself alone. It means to not be bored when you’re by yourself, because a person who finds himself bored when alone –as it seems to me– is in danger.
Andrei Tarkovsky - A Poet in the Cinema (via armix)
Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.
   (via mimasux)
I just want to drink wine, masturbate and fall asleep.
 - Alisun Brown