********** Important Disclaimer This poem addresses depression, and more specifically, suicide. It is meant only as an expression of art, and should not be taken in any real-life context. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or tendencies, there are many resources that can help. National Suicide Prevention # 1-800-273-8255 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ ********** Wish I wish I … More Wish
Hello dear you love me yes, I hear your heart, it’s thirst Come close to me but let me see, some things I must say first This is that which I would think I prob’ly need to mention You’ll see my pen is out of ink but I still draw attention A lion isn’t lonely … More The Lannister
A Waste of Time How often do we fall for things that people say and do? How often do we wonder if the things they say are true? And when there’s doubt we call them out when stories don’t connect I wish I had a dollar for each lie that we collect What makes us … More A Waste of Time
A man enters a lonely room, we’ll call him Mr. Bad Another joins the other, Mr. Goodman, his comrade They act and play and do the things that all the people do And every time that Goodman wins folks’ love, Bad smiles too “Sure it’s great, I do not hate, for Goodman is the best!” … More The Good Die Young
I care not for opinions, the things I say are true My conscience guides and truth resides in action, not with you If you must talk then walk the walk, because otherwise You’re all the same, the fact remains, you’re jealous and unwise Weakness fosters hate for those who climb above the rest They try … More Persevere
Listen, can you hear it? Such beauty, violin It’s strings are humming softly To remind us where we’ve been Such time it took to get here So far, the journey seemed So quick were we to make it We’ve forgotten why we dreamed Our life was so much simpler Our souls, they all were freed … More One Day
Animals. Miscreants. Products of society. Monsters making mice of men and dodging notoriety When will people realize that this world’s not what we think it is? If you’re naive and say it is just do a quick analysis Peace. Love. A child’s future without war. All these things they advertise are not what they are … More Smoke and Mirrors
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
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
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
My dearest Lilliana, Not a day goes by without my thoughts eventually falling upon you. Those carefree, restless nights spent together I always think of as I sit here in the trenches, covered in the grit and dirt that this advance has cast over me. Every day we are inching forward, further and further as … More Letter to My Lost: 2
Gazing in this mind of black At all the things that I’d take back If only it was kind to me But time, regret, its cruel, you see The things I wish I hadn’t done They never fade, they never run They occupy my mind at night And fill my heart with doubt and spite … More It’s Cruel, You See
Some folks believe me Yet others still doubt It’s funny to me, really When I say what I’m about I’m climbing this here ladder Right in front of their blind eye Yet they still keep on hatin’ As if the fucks I give could fly So let me put this plainly These words, do not … More Doubt
Let’s take a moment and talk about the real deets Some of y’all are prolly thinking when’s he finally gonna peace Well I hate to say this but I’m actually kinda comfy here It’s really fun, it’s helped me write, and I’ve shed a couple tears The people here are just that, they’re the real … More This is Cozy
Monday, Friday Every day through the week Working, writing Never hanging with the weak Paying, my dues Those that came before me Same grind, same time Time off? Please that bores me No sir, no ma’am Sure, I talk politely At night? All night Writing, it consumes me Let’s take a break A break from … More My Life
“Alright, everyone. This evening we have an excellent opportunity to show these people just what we mean. We’ve tolerated centuries of oppression, decades of condescension, and countless years of bigotry! I say unto you all, stand up for your rights! Stand up for your freedoms! Stand up for the God Given, inherent capabilities of existing … More The Tiki Torches: 3
IMPORTANT: HUMAN BEINGS ARE VOLATILE, DANGEROUS, AND EMOTIONALLY UNPREDICTABLE ***Handle with utmost caution. Do not allow these creatures outside of the included habitat*** Setting her instruction booklet aside, the little girl takes one final look at her “teenie-weenies”, before clearing the tank to make room for her next batch of creatures. “Sorry little guys!! I … More For Better or Worse (Ch 8)
“Ho hum ho hum deedeedee!” Joyfully skipping around her bedroom, the little girl is singing and humming to herself as her furry pigtails bounce around behind her. “Now, what are my teenie-weenies up to today?” She asks, skipping over to the terrarium. As she peers inside, she sees that her little creatures have erected an … More For Better or Worse (Ch 7)
How the World Should Work 