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
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
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
How the World Should Work 