*Important Disclaimer* This poem addresses suicide, and in no way promotes the voluntary premature ending of one’s life. This is written with the sole purpose of reaching out to those who have struggled, to help them understand that there are countless others who relate. Despite what you may be going through, know that you are … More Farewell
Baxter Has a Bed Mr Baxter has a bed It’s magical, the God dogs said For he can take his bone, you hear? And make that thing just disappear How did you get that so tucked in? What sorcery is this? Such sin I gave the rawhide for your teeth But now it’s buried underneath? … More Baxter Has a Bed
You don’t want to talk, you say? Sorry, that’s regrettable Things reside inside my mind that are unforgettable So deal with it, you piece of it – it happened, it won’t go away Every mem’ry, every image, like it was just yesterday Maybe some forgot the things you did because their minds are small Prodigious … More Heed Me, Lord
Though you are gone, I won’t forget For you are still among us, yet Whispering your wise old words As I sit listening, among the birds I look to you. Look up, you see? I stand before you on my knee Grateful for the words you gave On how to love, how to behave Tacitus, … More We Are One
So many people, right and left Thinking they’re so bright and deft If you know what’s played, the game You know that they’re all the same One says this Two says that Both wear the same tattered hat “Here’s what I think!” “Shut him out!” “He knows not what he speaks about!” Politicians posing poised … More Exposure
The path ahead, it’s new, you see Things needn’t be the way they seem They won’t remain as such for long For we can write our own birdsong Soothing leaves, they drift with ease They ride on every autumn’s breeze Gently gliding to the edge They are reborn upon the ledge Destinations, far unknown When … More Birdsong
You may not know the things I do But that does not make them less true There are acts we all will do That do not beg for praise from you There are times we all are kind To hateful thoughts, we pay no mind We simply do what we’d expect If we were the … More The Waterfall
You can tell me that you’re woke and you can say that you’re a saint Take my mirror and this looking glass and see yourself – you ain’t Casting stones and broken bones, I would never wish upon You lost the game when you became a sick, disgusting pawn The eye you’re turning isn’t blind, … More Here’s to You, Hollywood
So I’m titling this post as such for a very particular reason. Because I want to use this entry to articulate how to identify what your priority is, as it pertains to online gaming. You see, people play games for a plethora of reasons. Some play to satiate their egos, wanting to win at all … More People Are Dynamic
Seven billion people, spinning round and round and round He looks for you, she looks for me, but no one can be seen or found Why is that? Where are we? They all said they looked everywhere I’ll tell you friend, there’s nothing wrong, it’s cause we all live way out there Don’t be frightened, … More Once and for All, Goodnight
Convictions rest on strongest wills But why make mountains out of hills? Declaring war for stubborn sakes And making oceans out of lakes Despite the things you think you mean That’s not a river, it’s a stream The water’s current needs to slow Know you reap what things you sow These thoughts, they drift inside … More Cancel Culture
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
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
