TRIGGER WARNING: this poem addresses suicide. It is an artistic way of relating to those who struggle, nothing more. It is my mind that is not honest If you asked, I didn’t want this I am fighting with my conscious So sorely do I need respite All the things that they have read Would any … More Goodnight
Baxter Needs a Bath As I was walking down a path Scribbling some lyric rhythmic math I smelled a smell that smelled of wrath And I said “Baxter needs a bath!” Well, we walked around awhile And while I walked down this one aisle Of some trees that did beguile I said “Man! He needs … More Baxter Needs a Bath
We want it then we own it Then we flaunt it and dispose it Nothing matters just as long as we can get through this one day I look about your trials And your small prescription vials I’m just lost in this big world and I can never find my way Please just give me … More Gray Areas
Mom I’ve done it. I did the things I said I’d do. I wrote the books and penned the hooks and all the things because of you. I’ve known this time it’d never rhyme; that nothing would hold back the truth. The truth that hurts, it is the worst, I’ll never reattain my youth. The … More My Why
As per usual, this isn’t going to be some stupid argument backed up by a slew of biased studies and statistics. You don’t like that? Well, nows your chance to check outta this one. No hard feelings. Just wanna make sure we’re on the same page here, and that what you’re about to read is … More Police Brutality, Explained
The Lonely Violin I want so much to leave these things I want so much to still these strings I want, so much, a calm within Please slow your tempo, violin Your music brings the light of day I know this, love, it leads the way The songs you sing are beauty, yes Yet torment … More The Lonely Violin
Are you there, Lord? I need to know I need the truth I need it so I do not know if acts of mine Are of free will, or yours divine The more I ask myself of this The less I think that you exist Why won’t you simply speak to me? Why won’t you … More My Last Prayer
Hey men up there We do not care For all the things you buy and flaunt Hey men up there Are you aware? That no one cares bout things you want All the toys And little boys Honestly, you’re kinda weird All the boats And hanging coats No wonder it’s you that they’ve feared Cut … More Hey Men Up There
There is no other medium that they will understand You cannot write a book or play and sell it hand to hand Nobody listens till you’ve given something they can talk about Nobody listens to the person who just sits and starts to pout I don’t know why But most will die Before they get … More We Need Guidance
A little dove It flies above So open and so free This little dove That flies above Knows naught, of you or me That little dove That flies above It’s wings, they soothe the trees My little dove That flies above Lives life, as it can see
How the World Should Work 