The Art of Cutting People Off


Is there an art for cutting off people? Today this thought came to mind as a good friend of mine said something that really put this question to the test. I would go into explanation of what happened, but I am sure everyone has been into a situation with a friend that made them think “why the fuck am I friends with this person”, or “maybe this is not what I signed up for”. None the less cutting off person can be difficult especially if that person has been in your life for some time. There is a reason you kept a person in your life. There is a reason why you kept them around, but there are also reasons why that person can start to be some what of a stress-or than a stress reliever. Of course our friends can cause a bit of stress, but it can be good stress as relationships can be unbalanced at times, but never to the point, where their weight shifts you so far to the ground that you would rather stay there. Simply put the stress becomes somewhat of a constant annoyance.

So what do you do? Do you cut off this person or persons. I mean you should be able to have a mature enough conversation with your friend to resolve a problem or a situation that keeps aching like a toothache, but it seems no matter what type of solvent you apply to it, the discomfort only increases. The only solution is to pull the tooth. Yes! pull the fucking tooth. I guess maybe in my younger days I would like to solve small issues with friends, but aren’t we getting to old for that. Aren’t we and shouldn’t we be understanding enough to know when a friend is pushing us to limit and vice versa?

Its funny because I am a big social media user and I always see memes posted as I have above, about cutting off people and it makes me wonder. I mean as humans we are genetically bonded per to be social creatures. We need that comfort of being around others and having that reassurance that we are wanted, but better yet needed. As a person of New Years resolutions just like the rest of the world is, being more understanding and patient trumps my list every year. Being that is and how hard it can be at times, I feel right now in this very moment, “ why the fuck am I friends with this person, or maybe this not what I signed up for”.


Apple, New York-A Poem By Me

Damn what can I say when I look at the skyline

I become comfortable numb

so much I become the city’s bright lights

to the ghettos all way down to the city’s night lifeIMG_20150427_194016

what a feeling to become comfortable undone

no matter how old you are the sites will define you

as young, and umm

though I am not from such a place

I close my eyes, wish, then I wait,

reopoen my lids to a sensation

on an Apple could create.

In A World Of Pain- A Poem By Me

IMG_20150427_194016I am in a world of, I am in a world of pain  north, south, east, west

I am in a world of pain, have you ever felt you lost the person of your dreams?

and lately its been hard to patch up forever through the seams, but I guess life is not it seems

I was your king you were my queen is what I saw when I thought of better things

and now your gone and now I am lost and this what I have to say in this song

I am in a world of, I am in world of pain,                                                                         north, south, east, west

The Voices In My Head- A Poem By Me

img_20150427_194016The voices…the voices in my head. The voices in my head have finally won

After they have spoken to you so long their words sound like a sweet symphony woven off the devils tongue

I am not sad please dont be sad all the poetry I’ve wrote could not untangle what I have done

The depressed state comes and goes from season to season I told the happy doctor from our first and only session

I just hope when her time comes flashes of her patients remain as a will of testament as her maker reads out her last confessions

To those who loved me, to those who love me till this day, I guess you were right this wasn’t the way, shit this isn’t the way, but this was my way

Please don’t cry for me, I’d much rather see you doing what I should have been doing which was pray

I love you and please make a way…

Imagine- A Poem By Me


Closing your eyes and no longer being there,
Neither having space nor time
I have danced to the heart beats of many souls before
But no one has given me much reason to stay moving
to the rhythm and rhyme, like I get from you and I
Every move, every step, every pace is you
Every trail, every path that I try to lead there is a trace of you
Even when I cant find myself there is a place for you
I am deep In
To even think of myself or decide whether this will be the death of me
Or will that be the life in me
Somehow they both give me balance
It’s a scary feeling I know,
How another human being could have such an effect on another being
To be completely filled and to be completely emptied
And by that you consume every part of me
And consumed I am
And this is my consumption