Bail me out

turning around I can’t help but think about what I found and how I traveled the world searching for a town
where I could be myself and help spread the wealth where poverty becomes a dream that’s played in old movie scenes
where do i come up with this
ill never know the truth
some say i opened my mouth
and god came through
some say i started writing
and my hands were being
guided by satan
whatever you believe in
it doesn’t matter
my words are all i have
and once you hear them
ill be your savior
can we get a shout out for the messiahs
giving their lives and still being called pariahs

#NaPoWriMo Day 14: Am I drunk right now?

the bottom of bottles
make for friends who listen
they take in all your worries
and drown them
only to wake up in the morning
hoping they were lost
but you found them
huddling in a corner of your mind
where they waited in darkness
until you woke up and your dreams
gave way to the sparks that
started the process
of thinking