The Creep

It puts the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again “What a minute, why’d you stop?” “My hairs so matted, it’s a mop!” “Turn the water on again” “I’m not done bathing, creepy friend” Hold on, what? I thought that I – “Shut up, dude! It’s time to dry” “Now turn … More The Creep

Make Believe

Why does it seem like I’m treading on ice? It could all come crashing down yet the feeling’s so nice Each time I come back is another relapse The high is so great but just ends in collapse   The pain isn’t caused by the places you’ve been The pain that’s the worst is the … More Make Believe

Piece of Mind

Come close, softly whisper all the secrets in your mind What’s buried in its darkest depths, shrouded and confined? Until the veil is lifted and what’s hidden is exposed No one knows just who you are; the truth is undisclosed   So many fail to understand, refuse to comprehend Ignoring harsh reality for a world … More Piece of Mind

Lighten TF Up

I’m on a lifelong mission, I’d be remiss not to admit But every now and then I say enough of all this shit Why don’t I let my fixed hair down and pour myself a drink? You know what? Let me take that back. I’ll pour several, I think   Tonight I shall forget the … More Lighten TF Up

The Why Behind

Why do people do all of the things that people do? I fear that there’s a very simple way to get the truth Just think about it. This isn’t a joke; I mean it A person’s actions show you that very person’s characteristics So let’s put that into context, shall we? As a human I … More The Why Behind

My Hands

Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands

Between the Lines

Never have I ever wanted to fit into normalcy Every time I thought of it I knew that it just wasn’t me Don’t get me wrong, I know that it’s society There’s nothing bad of being glad and fitting in the mold, you see And if I’m being candid it’s a life I’ve started to … More Between the Lines