How many times in life can one question their own existence? Who am I? Young and new to the world accepting myself as me.
By Briana La Trise4 years ago in Poets
Men Women We can heal We can build But toxicity must be Released. Alpha vibes stimulate desire; Sex appeal on fire.
By Briana La Trise5 years ago in Poets
“Dope man, dope man. Dope man, dope man. Dope man, dope man.” Blared out of your speakers. Loud and proud vibrating eardrums like your side beeper.
Gazing above me into white, I lay in the comfort of my solitude when you appear in a scene projecting from my own psyche.
When parental figures disappoint, living for themselves; forget they bring children to bear witness to selves.