This change please on god — From the notebooks
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why? Bro, this is how I’ve been feeling, like I’m 28 this shift in myself Bro, God doesn’t even want me. The truth needs to be read, by the curiosity of your own mind to be at ease, For the…
Wilt — New Poems
i forgot my name in the mirror— left it somewhere between the sigh and the stare. words don’t come here, only quiet breaks. my hands don’t fit me no more, so…
Something Abandoned — New Poems
I sift through the pages of life, Clinging to a single chapter of this journey. Love, in all its fullness, Entangled with regret and the ghosts of dreams once lost. The echoes of temptation, now remorseful, Rise from where…
Lonely Man Hours — New Poems
I started to balance out boundaries, But they waged wars within me, And with others. It made me sink into my own misery, A heart left pondering, unprotected. I mistook the downfalls, the cries, As proof that pain had…
The Cycle of Emptiness — New Poems
People are hollow. We trade our bodies like currency, sell our lust for a fleeting touch— drawn to beauty, blind to meaning. We’ve forgotten how to care, how to hope, how to believe that tomorrow could be different.…
My Current Love Story — New Poems
Wading through the wreckage of loving you, Unbalanced heartstrings hum forgotten tunes, Melodies of sorrow echo in the hollow, Questions pounding against the walls of my mind. Confused scenes replay, Laughter masking the…
I Smirked a Few Times, Then I Just Played Jenga by Myself — New Poems
No rage, no roar— just a calm, chilling nod, as he painted the walls in gold. Mocking the links, talks, and winks, everything with a goal. Piece by piece, trying to knock him down. In solitude, they found…
Walking Around City Nightlife — Phoenix Heart
Walking through the city’s nightlife, observing bystanders, dwelling on the trampoline tricks of trauma and melancholy. My heart turns to stone, gazing into realms of dark fog. Copying and pasting clichés from conventional advice. The sound of crickets…
Walked a Lot of Roads to Get to Today — Jaded
Self-worth is what I seek in my solitude. Painted walls to match the exterior of my wrecked mind, catching the attention of folks, creating an audience, an offering. They’re drawn to the complexity of my content, shaped by the woke industry’s…
They Gotta Talk to You Nicely — Jaded
Life laughs, as you were told its joyfulness would bring prosperity and carry your grace. It is a life lesson: continue life’s ignorance and find peace— embrace the extraordinary. Linger with your outcast— it’s your fault you’re this closed off.