untitled - july 11th 2018

i’ve had a rough life, the singing clowns taught me
but you’ll see it was a good education i recieved

and no one can deny that i came from a good home

but these last few years it seems, i been going it alone

these days i feel like a criminal that respects the cops
it’s hard when the train wants to keep going but the tracks stop

trapped in a constant purple haze,
cause manic depression controls half my brain
while the other half thinks fear is pain

untitled - april 29th 2014

*very* short description: this was a shot at society.
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light another smoke
inhale some death
the world is dying
pleading for breath

watch it all watch me back
what is it the mirror image lacks?

everywhere i go
feels like a fucking reality show

people pretending to be people

fake smiles for the cameras in the clocks
tick tock, want the world to stop

witness the pain that all this shit brings
listen to the birds - only things left that still truly sing

the anti-christ super stars have taught us the ‘right’ way to drug binge

the gun totting gangsters get younger every year
happy isn’t cool anymore, so they embrace fear

school shootings, terrorists attacks
serial killers; i just want my life back

ramble on ramblin' man

i can't sleep, because i can't close my eyes
my mind has been terrorized
seen to much shit to let it slide

naw, i aint ever seen another man die
but i have seen myself die, not metaphoricaly asswipes, i actually MEAN IT

whats it really matter anyway
in a world where only the famous and wealthy have a say?

i mean we still got plenty of people who don't give a fuck about anything but themselves
and we got far too few to take a book off the shelves to *educate themselves*

it's one fucked up world so you had better watch your step
do or say the wrong thing and it's off with your head

--- i lost my motivation to finish this one - i might finish it at a later date. --

actually this is about "self-medicating" because the meds don't cut it.

when your heart goes cold
and it starts to snow
inside your soul

you know you're fading away

when the pills ain't enough
when you don't bother getting drunk
when you're sick of throwing up

you know you're fading away

when you're doing lines of coke
and you replaces your smokes
with constant marijuana choke

you know you're fading away

grit

this morning you fight
you've already said no to flight or fright

you're tired and everyone can see it
but they also see how you never seem to bullshit

you're always trying to do the right thing and they know it

damn straight kid, you got grit

you're not like one of these cheap punks that sell their soul for money
people know you've stopped being funny
with a clean concious you may sleep

unlike those that play it cheap

untitled - july 17th 2018

i wish i could rock the mic like an eminem
but Andrea Gibson has me thinking again
while trump has me wanting to run for president

and i wish for a world where everyone is happy
but just stating that makes people sarcastic and crappy
i can see it in there eyes when they look at me
they’re seeing the monster i used to be
instead of the dignified activist i am becoming

and my constant poems about schizophrenia might get annoying
but what about the schizophrenic who just turned 16?

they need representation too, someone to look up to, something they can relate to

what would you do? lost in the world scared and confused
the movies make us think we’ll be serial killers or mass shooters
nothing to lose

perhaps something you don’t know about me?
i’m a tree hugging hippie
only mother nature knows true peace

and i don’t write this stuff up just for you
i get kicks off it too
but there is something i’m trying to do

every poem has a goal, every essay an objective
these things haven’t been completed yet

i don’t know, maybe i’m in over my head
but at least i tried before i was dead

untitled - 2018 august 22nd

all my life i’ve been screaming

trying to wake up from this dreaming

where every star is a nighmare

and i’m stuck in here

trying to care

nobody understands the pain in my brain

witnessed the evil of being untamed

but all men feel it even if their walk aint the same

it’s tearing at my heart

where does it start

for fuck sakes, where does it end

spinning around inside my head

hoping i can finally rest when i’m dead

Pulling an all-nighter again

i can sleep when i’m dead

i’m so cool, got the entire planet at my finger tips

i wish i could explain this adrenaline trip

chatting with the chat room junkies

then hopping on twitter to beat down trumps cronies

we phreaks come out at night

dancing like werewolves in the moonlight

from the four corners of the map, we unite

Because we feel like partying tonight

brains before brawn before dawn

is how it goes down

Swimming in the E-Ocean

Rockin' the net, because i can