He Really Can’t Be!

Repulsive to the public He is, But, What other choice does He have other than, Existing? As apologetic He is for showing his face in a crowded grocery store looking for a quick bite to eat, Can He really be? Can He really be sorry for needing a stick of deodorant after being pummeled by... Continue Reading →

Feelings Tucked Inside Of My Shelf

Can’t really define what I’m feeling.So many kind of thoughts that I’m dealing with,Instilling my soul with a boat-load of smoke rising out of my ceiling.I’m,Temporarily sealing a void with a cloud preventing me from revealing many truths I’ve needed to face.Forget a blunt to my face as I’m wincing in pain,When I’m flicking my... Continue Reading →

Truth Of Our Matters

Sorry, Not sorry, Mom. For my depression. Half of the time, I could barely feel the left side of my face whenever I think of how I was left neglected. Those moments as an adolescent, Where you could've taught me how to stick out my and chest and stand up for myself instead of, Reminding... Continue Reading →

Me, Myself & Poetry 2

No one ever wants to lay down on a cold brick,Trapped behind bars within an insane asylum fitting all the demons you can think of inside of your own head wondering,Will I ever get out?Even if you do escape for whatever reason,It’s a flashback striking your mind like night terrors in the daytime… “How did... Continue Reading →

Depression?

Depression. Real and, For the most part? Unexpected. Never do you take notice until that bottle in your chest explodes, As each piece of glass ricochets off the walls you've built brick by brick. Never do you feel it coursing through your veins, Until you're classified as useless by those you love, Who've grown sick... Continue Reading →

The Only Answer

Anger can take you to the point where all you have left to do is surrender. Surrendering to the fact that you have no control over what others think of you. You get so sick of your story's narrative purposely being skewed by others who refuse to see your personal progress. Especially in a world... Continue Reading →

Barking Up The Right Tree

Lately, I never really know what to write. Could barely get myself to sit down on my desk and create the visuals I’ve wanted to give life to for so long. And, I don’t really know why… All I know is, I’m surrounded by what feels wretched and dark to a soul already tainted by... Continue Reading →

Forgive Me

Sorry for neglecting you. So, So sorry for lacking attention towards the affection you try to show me. Ungrateful I've been of the beauty you bestow upon a life I've made exhaustively dark. By just, Leaving every journal closed instead of opening them and, Absorbing every glittering stream of heartwarming light you've shone on a... Continue Reading →

How ‘Bout Some Honesty, Shall We? 1

Recently,Haven’t really been able to write.Been more focused on this feeling inside of my chest so,Daunting.Yet,I rise every morning with a mission in my mind to,Live,Even if,I would rather wither away in a grave of some sort.After all,My world tells me to die often.Besides a Mom who’d rather see me in a coffin,As I’ve been... Continue Reading →

A Breeze? You Wish!

How do I break the algorithm? Weed so deep in my mind this instant, Most likely I'll permit it, While these memories convince me to quit it... Memories flashing in front of my eyes, Denying my two cents at the cost of my life! The price... Of sitting and swigging a bottle, Splitting a cigar... Continue Reading →

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