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…
Page 261, — From the notebooks
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time? Hey, Since 2023 when I used this platform when in a place, that ouiii boy when. I’m Rich I wanna no no… they wrote a book in the last 3 1/2 years it’s called the book of…
I See You, But I Stand — New Poems
I feel your breath behind my back, A shadow trailing every track. You think you’ve carved me out in chalk— But I’m stone, and I still walk. You mark my doors, you watch me sleep, You sow the fear you plan to reap. But…
Cough Cough — New Poems
The show just got renewed for its last season. I see the way you argue over titles like they matter now— same script, different pain, every climax just a rerun of who breaks first. You talk in circles like it’s gospel, while…
Heavy on Pride, Disguised in Triumphant Chaos — New Poems
I rode the levels—highs that crack the sky, lows that kiss the floor of hell. Still, the phantom taste of something lingers— some product, some poison, some memory that won’t let go. They tried to run with my soul,…
Post-it Notes — New Poems
The only foreign policy issued was the agreement of condolence— a once-ratified mogul who carried the pride of spoken words, crafting unity among all who followed. The Duchess didn’t like how his feathers ruffled…
The Art of Relaxation — New Poems
He cried wolf to everyone and everything. Louder each time. And clear as day, they tiptoed away— not out of fear, but fatigue. They tried confronting the evil with mirrors and guilt, fumbling in a self-sabotaging…
Abuse I’ve Worked On — New Poems
The week left wreckage behind. He sat still, eyes wide—kept open by nicotine and a survival instinct that never shut off. Sober, technically. But nothing felt still inside. The thoughts were loud. Chaotic. Racing without lanes. He wasn’t high, just…
The Birds — New Poems
The birds came bearing news filled with horror, sadness, and fear. It was all about him. Let’s correct the ego that carries your burden down the wrong paths. Let’s create your change— “What if—?” The birds came to him with news, with such…
The Walk Away (2025) — New Poems
Ever hear yourself walk away from your body? The first sign of pitching a pity party— a silent gathering of one. You howl to your own pack, seeking the emotional damages they left behind, scars that overwhelm, twisting…