Days like today
My dial is set to extreme
Catatonically stuck
Waiting for the meteor to crash in from overhead
My mind flashes images of me falling into the sun
Feeling comfort with telling myself that everyone hates me
Sitting in a magma crater made from my self loath
My smile grows bigger thinking of a gun to my head
Cover art credit: Safwat Saleem – Concerned but Powerless
My Existential Diary 
Amazing written and verbal poetry. You made my muse come alive. A poem for you.
“I cleaned the 30-30 for the hundred time and
I drink the Black Velvet from the bottle and
I tell the night to fuck off.
I loaded one round into my favorite rifle.
Damn phone is ringing, someone knocking on my door.
I am so damn tire and I answered the phone.
Dear Grandma called me and she told me.
Please come and visit me.
Baby boy. Grandma loved you so.”
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Thank you for sharing these wonderful poems 🙂
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You are welcome B.
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