Sinead O'Connor was found and is fine. Stop already.
The buffalo is dead, euthanized, because you were too careless to leave only footprints in your environment. Stop already.
(more) Donald Trump would have been a joke if you would have taken a moment and stopped already.
Bathrooms never would have been an issue since, ya know, they were already using the rooms that suited them best. Stop already.
Take a moment, a deep breath. Look at the news. Tell them to fucking stop. Tell it to the politicians, the legislators, the writers, the soap-boxers, the people who claim to be experts on your child's vaccinations. Tell them to fucking quit, and the rest of us can live our lives and build a better worlds. We all stopped already years ago. The homosexuals, the trans, the straight, the ones who just live for a change. We all stopped. We all decided that, in the end, it didn't matter anyway. We shook hands, ordered a pizza, drank a beer, laughed at a shitty film, went to work, went home, and called it a day.
It's unpopular, the way I think, but fuck it, ya know? I've got friends from all camps, and all any of them, and I, want to do is live in peace. Stop already. Find the peace that we found. Breathe. Cross your legs. Feel the Earth. Get the Yoda or the Maz advice and live it. Piss in a toilet. Eat that pizza that has pineapple on it. Celebrate yourself. (less)
sitting alone in a room of silence
no words to fill the space or the whiteness of a page
they writhe around
strings and strings of broken things
they bat around their cage of me
battered heads and tattered hearts
(more) when they spit out I rip them apart
inspiration is a stolen thing
found in songs, in stars, and dreams
but not in me
better off tucked way deep down
another tear, a death, a shredding sound
those homeless words bleed on my hands
and the ink is staining everything
the broken pen screams