Innapropriate Rantings Of A Lunatic

01/04/2026

I woke up heavy but still standing tall,
still answering the echo when my spirit calls.
Coffee cooling, blunt lit slow,
mind full of scars only survivors know.
I’ve cried in bathrooms, laughed at pain,
danced in the fire, stood in the rain.
I’ve been too loud, too soft, too much,
not enough, misunderstood, afraid of my own touch.
But listen close—this face you see?
It’s proof of wars that didn’t bury me.
I wear my truth like a second skin,
every loss etched deep within.
I’m soft where it matters, sharp where I must be,
sweet with my tribe, don’t f**k with me.
I love big, I feel hard, I heal out loud,
I don’t bow easy, I don’t blend into crowds.
I’ve smoked peace into anxious bones,
found God in silence, learned to stand alone.
I’ve loved the wrong ones, stayed too long,
still turned that heartbreak into a song.
This isn’t pretty-poetry-for-likes type s**t,
this is lived-in, burned down, rebuilt grit.
This is “I survived myself” energy,
this is scars turned into clarity.
If you feel too deep in a world that’s numb,
if you’ve bitten your tongue till your mouth went dumb,
if you’re healing loud or hurting quiet,
baby, you belong in this riot.
We are the ones who feel everything twice,
who’ve paid for wisdom at an unreasonable price.
Still choosing joy, still choosing grace,
still showing up with a fearless face.
So here’s to the day—messy, real, and alive,
to breathing through bulls**t and still choosing to thrive.
Light one, let go, unclench your jaw,
you don’t owe perfection—you owe yourself awe.
Stand in your power, crooked crown and all,
if you’re still breathing, you didn’t fall.
I see you, I feel you, I’m walking it too—
wild hearts don’t break, they break through.
Have a wonderful day, soul tribe.
Stay soft. Stay real. Stay unapologetically you. 💋🫶💫

01/04/2026

Good night, my beautiful misfits, my midnight kin,
The unhinged, the healing, the ones who let the light in
Even after life came swinging with no warning or grace,
Even after love left fingerprints bruised on your face.
Tonight I exhale the day like smoke into stars,
Letting go of the almosts, the ghosts, the emotional scars.
Every lie dressed as love, every promise that bent,
I’m laying it down now—no guilt, no resentment.
I know some nights hit heavy, like a fist to the chest,
When your mind won’t shut up and refuses to rest.
When the past gets loud and the future feels fake,
And you’re tired of being strong for everybody’s sake.
Hear me, baby—clear through the ache and the noise:
You’re not weak for needing silence, not broken for wanting peace.
You’re a whole damn universe learning when to go still,
Learning softness is power, not losing your will.
Good night to the fighters with soft-ass hearts,
The ones who keep breaking and rebuilding their parts.
The ones who swear they’re fine while barely holding it together,
Still standing in storms that lasted forever.
Tonight we rest from the bulls**t, the noise, the pretending,
From proving our worth or explaining our bending.
We’ve paid our dues in silence, tears, and time,
Now we’re choosing peace—yeah, that s**t’s mine.
I’m done romanticizing pain like it makes me profound,
I earned my depth by surviving what tried to take me down.
I earned my voice by screaming in rooms no one heard,
Now I speak for myself—unapologetic, unblurred.
If today kicked your ass, welcome—pull up a seat,
We heal loud, we heal honest, we heal incomplete.
No halos required, no saints on the wall,
Just real-ass humans answering the call.
Good night to the beautifully f**ked-up and aware,
The ones who feel everything and still f**king care.
We’re not too much—you just couldn’t hold depth,
Some folks drown in puddles, we learned how to breathe in the depths.
Tonight I choose grace over replaying the past,
Choosing sleep over rage, choosing peace that can last.
I don’t need closure from people who couldn’t be kind,
I’m closing the door gently—protecting my mind.
So light one if you need to, or stare at the ceiling,
Let your heart roam free without overthinking the feeling.
You don’t owe tonight answers, fixes, or plans,
Just permission to exist exactly as you are, damn.
If your heart feels bruised but still beats loud,
That’s proof you loved deep and you’re still proud.
Don’t let this world shame you for feeling it all—
That’s the bravest rebellion: standing tall when you fall.
Crawl into bed with your demons on mute,
You don’t need to wrestle them—they already know you.
Let dreams touch places reality couldn’t reach,
Let rest preach lessons pain never could teach.
So tuck yourself in like you would for a friend,
With patience, with mercy, with love that won’t end.
You survived another day—yeah, that s**t counts,
Even when no one claps, even when it amounts.
Good night, my soul tribe—sweet dreams, no fear,
May peace hit you gentle and truth stay near.
May you wake remembering how rare you are,
A whole damn constellation pretending you’re not a star.
Sleep soft. Dream wild.
This soul tribe loves you. 🌙💫🫶🫂

01/04/2026

01/04/2026

I was never meant to fit neatly
In a world that rewards quiet suffering and smiles that look pretty.
I talk too much truth, laugh too loud,
Light my pain on fire and let it drift into the crowd.
Some of us were born with hearts too loud
For a world that prefers numb and proud.
Too emotional, too honest, too deep—
So we learned how to cry without losing our teeth.
They called it chaos—
I called it surviving with style.
Called me a lunatic, said I was wild,
Like breaking down and still cracking a smile.
I didn’t choose the fire, it chose me first,
Lit up my wounds and taught me how to curse.
Not out of anger, but out of release,
Because silence never brought me peace.
This is Inappropriate Rantings of a Lunatic, baby, say it slow—
I wear the name like a crown, let the whole damn world know.
I don’t preach perfection, I don’t sell clean lines,
I sell scars, smoke, soul, and these beautifully crooked rhymes.
I speak for the ones who feel too much at night,
Who sit with their demons and still choose the light.
For the black-lung laughers and the deep-think stoners,
The heart-heavy dreamers and emotional loners.
They say I rant like I’m losing my mind—
Funny how truth always sounds unkind.
Call me inappropriate, call me insane,
I call it refusing to choke on my pain.
I lead a soul tribe, not with rules or fear,
But with honesty loud enough for the broken to hear.
No filters, no shame, no need to behave—
Just truth so real it makes cowards afraid.
This page isn’t chaos—it’s confession and art,
A place where broken still equals smart.
Where smoke curls upward like prayers in the dark,
And healing begins with a single spark.
I don’t promise comfort, I promise real,
Words that cut, then stitch, then help you heal.
I speak for the ones who feel unseen,
Who learned survival long before “serene.”
If you found me, you were already lost,
Already paying life’s emotional cost.
And if you stayed, you recognized the sound
Of someone breaking cycles, not breaking down.
I am the leader of a soul tribe unruly and raw,
Not saints, not sinners—just human as hell and in awe.
We don’t pretend life didn’t kick our spine,
We just refuse to let it steal our shine.
If you’ve ever laughed through tears at 2 a.m.,
If your heart’s been shattered and rebuilt again,
If my words feel like home instead of noise—
Congratulations, you’re one of my people, my choice.
We don’t glamorize pain, we alchemize it,
Roll it up, light it, sit with it.
Heal out loud, laugh through the ache,
Show the world what a survivor looks like.
This is Inappropriate Rantings of a Lunatic, unapologetic and true,
Where broken is beautiful and survival is loud too.
Stay wild. Stay real. Stay emotionally loud.
The soul tribe sees you—and you’re safe here now. 🫶💫🫂

01/04/2026

I got my slip resistant shoes on... I ain't falling for s**t this year.

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01/04/2026

Some days you're Albert Einstein, some days you're Forrest Gump.

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01/04/2026

Welcome to Inappropriate Rantings of a Lunatic,
Where it’s late, I’m baked, and the thoughts get dramatic.
I’m the leader of the soul tribe, clocked in but horizontal,
Healing in real time, emotionally unconventional.
TV on low, same comfort show again,
Because chaos is optional and peace is a trend.
Sweet tea sweating like it knows my name,
Snacks within reach—yeah, I planned this campaign.
Blunt lit slow like I respect myself,
This ain’t reckless, this is mental health.
I didn’t fall off, I didn’t lose my spark,
I just stopped performing for people in the dark.
This is top-tier self care, don’t argue with me,
I removed the world and added THC.
If I don’t reply, it’s not personal, babe,
I’m busy minding my business and protecting my brain.
I rant a little loud when the clock hits late,
Say s**t I’d never say while “acting sane.”
Inappropriate? Probably.
Honest? Definitely.
Soul tribe knows—this page ain’t curated,
It’s raw thoughts, soft hearts, and boundaries activated.
We love deep, disappear quick,
Because peace is precious and patience is finite.
I’ve got big love but selective access,
Not everyone deserves front-row passes.
If you’re here, it’s because you get the vibe,
The late-night thinkers, the quietly alive.
I’m alone and thriving, let’s clear the air,
I chose this calm like a luxury chair.
This ain’t isolation, this is intentional rest,
And honestly? I’ve never felt better than this.
So here’s to the lunatics healing out loud,
Leader of the soul tribe, still proud, not loud.
Inappropriate rant concluded for the night—
Now hush.
My show’s back on, and my peace is tight. 🌙🌿💨💫