Hard lessons

Just let me be me
Don’t let me be good
Let me be great
Stop the world
Stop settling
Don’t be ok
With showing up
To your destiny
Late
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I should already be dead
Sometimes I wonder why you did it
What would make you end it,
Came up on nothing
Cold concrete
Heated by kerosine
Rolls of carpet in the hallway
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Working everyday
Full time from the age of 16
Overtime because I’ve got a dream
—///
New hustle
New religion
Stacked adrenaline
Stranger in this town
Left it for the iron city
Bags are at the door
Been training to lift it
Since the age of ….
6
Names under scripture
Highlighted by gin
Whispers wondering where you’ve been
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I don’t have time to rest
She said managing monotony and monogamy was like putting murder in her mind
She’s dying from the small town life ,
She’s doing things she said she never would…
She’s thinking about things she said she never would …
—///
You don’t fit in and you don’t stand out
You are a new kind of ….
A new mind of…
—-//
Bond girl
Straight out of water
Kill lights
She’s all power
Couple
Feet on the ground
She’s got a hit list
She’s taking things out
We threw punches
Spit blood
Broke prides
Life isn’t a fairy tale
Life isn’t free
Hard lessons learned
—-//
Go in hard like an icon
Come up running
Came from nothing
And they’ll keep it from you if you let it
Nothing’s guaranteed
Read the fine print
Hold them to it
New fire
Fresh hustle
Old power
Take this iron city and lift it
Buy a new dream
Forget bling
Show me a start up running on
Hustle
Step for step
Dancing like Muhammad Ali
Just waiting you sleepers out
Coming up worthless
Sitting back observing
Waiting on the bell
Waiting on the knockout
Now everyone’s married
Locked in 18 to life
Living on dad
Dead at 30
What’s that echo?
Bell…
Feet on the ground
Building
—///
Don’t show up late to your dream…
—-///
Don’t settle
It’s a struggle
Power couple
Full hustle
Build
No kids
She wants a prenup
Hustler all her life
She’s not a bad bitch
She’s not even savage
she’s quietly building
buying this town
She’s coming up

She’s not after luxury

She’s leaving a legacy

Thankful

I know
Deep inside
That I am not good
—-
I try to be
—-
I try to be better
—-
But inside
I want to be lazy
I want to do nothing
I want to scream
——
I try to be thankful
For the things I have
For those who support me
And encourage me
—-
Theres
Nothing
To compare
To
Anything
Beautiful
Encouraging you
Be thankful
——
Oh they will sell you a used ticket to an empty stage
And call it life
But I’ve been up and down
I remember where I came from
——
You get what you are
And if you are romantic
And you are driven
Nothing can kill that
Not even hard times
—-/
You may have a few days
But you come back
——
I am thankful
For what I have
And for those
Who encourage and believe in me
And let me say
——
I will always remember
And
When I come back around
——-
I am what I am
I only know how to be me
——
I’ll dance with you
And I’ll cook for you
And I’ll get drunk from your lips
——/
I know inside I’m not good
But I’ve always tried
I’ve always tried….
And I’m thankful
For her.
-E

Out of mind

There’s a man

Going around

Passing out promises

Gold and silver too

But the success

Never reaches down this far

No,

They won’t follow you down

And every woman I know

Works harder than two men

And they love

And they bleed

And they sew up our needs

And like Cash said

“When the man comes around”

Well, they won’t follow you down

So we fight

And we survive

Even when our paychecks

Barely make it through

What else are we to do

The silver and gold

Doesn’t come down this far

But they pass it around

With promises too

But they won’t follow you down

—-///

And I

I can’t write

My head is filled with clouds

I try to sit

But I can’t breathe

I watch the colour in the trees

And I think

About the dumpster on the side of the road where we used to get shoes and we used to get books…

And I think

About time

I hope I’ve used mine

Well

I think about the old man

Who lived in a school bus

And had a teenager for a wife

Her eyes said she had escaped something worse

A sort of curse

But I was too young to understand

Now, I think as I try to write, what good am I? What good am I?

If we can’t listen

If we look away

What good am I

And what good have I done …

A clouded head is part of Crohn’s

Just like the ache in the bones

The shouting stomach

The anxiety and the depression

I write about it but I can’t talk about it

And you’ll never see it

I guess

We all are just stories in the end

And we want what we want

And we say it sets us apart

And we expect others to know

But part of us stays on the road

Because even we don’t know…

And all we have is time…

Number the stars

It’s said
That Jupiter
Shields earth from asteroids
Without ever blocking it with its shadow ….
Think about that kind of love and rising…
To love like that…
And never make a big deal about it …
But I will love you …
And we will talk about everything and nothing
And I will number the stars in your skin
I will trace the scars
From your unspoken battles
And I will thank you
Without words
But with my lips
Until we eclipse
Until every star
Has fell from every sky
That’s how we will rise

-regardingsamuel.com

What’s your dream?
Your passion?
Where do you want to be?
What are you walking towards?
We tied ourselves up inside other people’s ideas
Look out at all the other faces in the room
If you don’t build your own

You will build one of theirs

What are you building ?

Are you just what you wanted?
Are you alright?
Do you dream at night?
Do the stars shout your name from the sky?
—-
I run for health
I write to kill
I kill to write
People say we’ve never been here before
I don’t have time to stop and compare
I’m going somewhere….
I was born
I was standing still
I wrote about the lonely
I wrote about living until our time is up is out
But I was there
I was putting pieces of my heart together
Alone
I’m just a broken vessel
But I’m strong
And here
Inside these walls
These streets
I found my people
We are made of love
They came to see me
They all know me
—-
We are born
Until we are born again
We all dream
Until we dream out loud
We all run…
Until time runs out….
—-
What is your passion?
What is your dream?

Bleeding Ink 1,604

There’s all these voices

I look around the room

I close my eyes

Some raise a glass

Expect me to just hate women

My phone blows up

“Look at this.”

“Go to therapy.”

“Take 4 years.”

Everyone has an opinion

I watch the room

I spent all those years

Doing what I thought was best

Buying flowers

Writing letters

Making dinner

Dances in the kitchen

I still didn’t do everything right, I guess

It’s not one persons fault

I won’t complain

I’m not going to cry in my beer

I’ve seen that

Too too many times

I watch the room

I feel nothing

I feel nothing at all

That’s the worst part

I don’t hurt

I’m not angry

I cannot possibly drink enough

And I feel nothing at all

“You know what you should do? You should go sniff and hit everything you can.”

But I feel nothing at all…

Only the blues

There’s an isolation inside

And I know

There’s going to be a morning

When the sun will rise

And I will only write

About that deep blue

That is her eyes

Just give it time

Even the sea is calm

At the darkest of the night

And I try to think

But the words can’t be found

And I try to drink

But there’s never enough

So I watch the room

And accept this too

This feeling – Nothing

Hoping I don’t become some kind of

Bitter southerner

That’s all

I don’t want to be hung up

I don’t want to be bitter

They expect me to just hate

But have you ever

Talked for hours with a woman

Danced without hesitation

Read until the morning

With her hand in your hand

And her head on your chest

There’s a thousand other intimacies

She gives you before you’re in her bed

I know this will pass

This feeling nothing