I am absolutely invested emotionally in this lost submarine

So poetry…


All the money in the world won’t save them
And there’s banging from the deep, there’s mayhem
All the prayers for them now, feel like a sunken gem
Who do we fault, who do we condemn?


“It has one button, that’s it”
Says the narcissist


5 are dead or dying
While some are crying
Other’s are denying
Trouble underlying


Remote
Like our love
A breach in hull
Shipwrecked is soul


Crushed is hope
But do you know the scope
An uncertified submarine
Nightmare or dream?


Dark waters turn crimson
But no one will listen
When you hear the cries
The thunder in the skies
The dead have gone missing
They were on a mission
Straight to extinction
Race against affliction


It’s a dead giveaway
You’re going to die today


Sorrows sorrows prayers
The state of affairs
Endless nightmares
Electric chairs
Tell me someone cares


You need to leave but you’re not free to go
The cop combo


Never get on the bad side of a good girl
You will see her form
Like hail in storm
She ain’t lukewarm


I need to focus on the gains
And not the mishaps
Sometimes I think I’ve gone insane
But no one gives a crap


He’s like driving on a floating road
And I ain’t going slow

He’s like riding in a truck without breaks
That’s the speed it takes

Walking in the underground
I’m a ghost and he is the crowd


“Loose lips
Sink ships”


It’s unfortunate
The people who need help
Can’t be helped


It’s always the same color crayon
The same con
The Devil’s spawn
Hanging on my lawn
So they get a yawn
Wish they’d move on
Back to Babylon
Where they’re coming from
Fucking hate them all


I wish I had no father
Why even bother
Poison like still water
I wish I had more honor


Why does the sun
Travel in a straight line
Like your lines
From pen to mind


He hits on his own reflection
He’s gaslighting every direction
He says he loves with affection
He’s in love with his own perfection


Some need more than one chance
To change the circumstance
Don’t want the last dance


Michael Leavitt deserves to crawl into a hole he can’t get out of
As below, so above


I’m just barely existing
Time is ticking
Grave persisting
Death resisting

I don’t want realistic
Fuck sadistic
I’m humanistic
Ain’t optimistic


I must be dead inside
Soul paralyzed
Know not to cry


She’s not me
Still do I slide into her clothes
Like midnight over moon
I am all
And I am none


I start the trends
I rarely follow
I live in pretense
Hard pills to swallow


Til death do us part
We ain’t got the heart
Black and full of rot
We’re both distraught
No grave for plot


I don’t get the physics
Or why he never visits
Says it ain’t my business
Why he acts suspicious


Why are you under my teeth?
Beneath my seams?
Between my dreams?
Light like moonbeams?


Time moves slower in the cold
His heart is indigo
Take me where blue blood will flow
His undertow
The place I grow


He steals the sun and turns it into limelight
His pen will give me frostbite


Collecting comments
Crashing comets
Trashy content
Make me vomit


Demons look like humans
Cheaters look like keepers
Users look like friends
Children look like men
Do not attempt
To understand


I want you well
But not better than me

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Not dead yet (photo from today)

Some thoughts….

I haven’t been able to sleep and my entire FYP is the lost submarine

I actually hope and pray they are found. It would be nothing short of a miracle. However, they sent two subs down (unmanned presumably) that got crushed at 6000 ish meters

I had a comment get over 1600 likes – and got annoyed with all the notifications – so deleted it

I commented a teenager shouldn’t be on board, many said he was 19

I replied NINETEEN – TEEN

And still – they denied

Had to block – got annoyed

I wish we could mute comment notifications but naw

So delete – it just wouldn’t stop getting likes or comments

I’m an introvert I suppose

Sidenote

Apparently the CEO was in a lot of trouble and he was a good gaslighter and salesman to convince those people to die with him – I don’t think a teenager (yes nineteen is still a teen) should be allowed on an experimental submarine dive 12,500 feet below the sea. It doesn’t matter what fancy title you give them.

That CEO stated over and over that sub was entirely safe, “if this goes… “safe”, if that goes… “safe” but sign this waiver

Look, I signed a waiver getting that motherfucking vaccine and I will never trust another doctor or nurse again – I was asking all the right questions but I was gaslit, gullible, and lied to

And even tho the first vaccine fucked me up, I crawled further in the hole, just like our dear John Jones…

It nearly killed me and I’m at risk for Adult Sudden Death syndrome

I cannot stress this enough, adrenaline spikes to the heart is a no-go

I workout but not to the extreme

I fucking ran through the Dollar 25 tree with 2 gallons of spring water and it was a no no and that was recently

I was in my car going, “it’s okay we’re safe now, I won’t do that again”

So I can run and jog but not with added weights

It’s ridiculous but if you knew how far I’ve crawled – to get better, you might be a tiny bit proud

I’m feeling stronger but can’t do adrenaline spikes at all…

And I’m only 108 pounds

I also have to be careful with extreme temperatures, the hot and cold

I’m like Goldie Locks, need everything just right…

I’m not out of the dark yet and may never be…

The light is so much more powerful than the dark

Also, they stated you wouldn’t be able to hear banging that deep down – something about sound not traveling through the cold

I find that interesting

Isn’t space cold?

I hope God can hear my screams…

I do feel bad about them being stuck at the bottom of the sea

Maybe they didn’t explode

Maybe they made up the banging to keep the search ongoing and the $$$$ flowing

A fast death seemed a little less cruel than suffocating in the dark and cold in a sealed up tuna can

Where you can’t even stand…

Or hyperventilate

With only a sandwich and bottle of water

The one window was plexiglass

A freaking fish tank

You couldn’t pay me a million to get bolted in that tin

I need to get back to my FYP and I feel less guilty about buying clothes now – that’s a much better decision than sinking to the bottom of the sea to explore a graveyard

But I was fucking stupid for getting that 2nd vaccine

I’m learning to forgive myself for a lot of things

I have been dying a slow and painful death

And there are people on my black list

Lucky buying clothes is all I’m planning to do…

LUCKY

Cuz the daydreams are filled with revenge tenfold

I promise when I’m feeling better than dead I will post some of my cute clothing

Mostly dressing comfy for now…

And appreciative I have a floor to sleep on

My sister died of Covid age 45

I don’t want to die…

But everything is actively trying to kill me

The water, the food, the air, it’s all been poisoned

I HATE CHINA


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