imprisoned by a selfish bitch
chew me up and spit me out
i fell for this so many times
it's ridiculous
and still I stick with this
i'm sick of this but in my sickness and addiction
you're as addictive as they get
evil as they come vindictive as they make em
my friends keep asking why I can't just walk away from
i'm addicted
to the pain, the stress, the drama
i'm drowned in so I guess imma mess
cursed and blessed
check it out. today i became a published author. sort of. the past two months or so i've been cranking out documentation for a semi new program that is being sold to the us military that tracks missions. the past week has been the editing and tech reviewing of my product. today it was blessed off on and inserted in the program and i got to see my published works. if one day you stumble across the system and you see my missions which i named after my alias 'svengalo', you should feel blessed cus i fuckin wrote that shit.
my editor wrote, and i quote: 'As far as I’m concerned this document is a thing of beauty, and you can take great pride on a job well done.'
THING OF BEAUTY. fucking right man.
on my drive i was thinking about how awesome my life is. ive kind of weeded out the bad vibe people. i'm working with what i got. everyday i try to think of the good shit. i finally learned that for me to be 'good' i have to relearn my mantras everyday. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. i have to do some self affirmation bullshit. tell myself that mike is alright and that even if he slips up nobody else is going to put up with my shit. that there will not be an ied on the road. that the people in korea were not real. that i am not a fuck up.
and it works.
it's finally the weekend cus i am about to dip the fuck out and go "work from home". chin up kiddos. its not that bad. and stop pushing away the people that give a fuck about you cus you can bet your ass that not many people give a shit about you no matter how awesome you think you are.
Esther stood center stage, the entire stadium gazing down upon her. Before her was a behemoth of a book, she had filled every last page with her words. The crowd, and those watching at home on their televisions, tensed in anticipation. Esther would soon finish the last page in her epic creation. She wore an elaborate robe, much like a high priest from an ancient culture. It was a gift, much like the countless items scattered around her. Various articles of importance from a variety of cultures, closer to tributes than gifts.
ReplyDeleteThe great, confident flip of her wrist, Esther threw down her pen, finished. The entire stadium roared with cheer. Displaying tact and class, she waited for her followers to grow quiet. She had their attention now.
"Be good", she put simply. Two words from Esther gave everyone an out-of-body experience. She strode out of the stadium while the eerie silence grew heavier. Her infinite wisdom soaked deep into everyone's souls and Esther disappeared from the floor. She achieved the impossible and it is still said till this day... that she ascended into immortality.
I like the positive nature in this post. ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat? You mean not everyone thinks we're as awesome as we most certainly are?...pfff...that's just shit and you know it! They know and they're fucken jealous. That's all.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, your poem is fucken fantastic. See. I'm jealous 'cause I can't get all deep and thinky like that.
Have a terrific day. I love your spark and your witt, you make my day with your comments!