It's so cold in here.
My plight is clear
while drenched in fear.
**** a **** shed tear.

Just read a book
to stop this ****.
Or overlook,
be obstinate.

But stay insane
while you maintain.
This world's a ******* topplin' jest

Remote control me
'til i score.
No remorse. See
a pill, buy more.

Control irrelevant,
my soul is tore.
The only thing that greets the gore

with a state of well-being.
Piff? I hate such self-fleeting
memories.
A pain to see
but I need pills
'cause I can't sleep.

Remote control me with your fleet.

The
Look of disappointment in the enemy's face
is the reason for the opponent.
the reason
for the
race.

The wind and the animals
are
curious about

Each other - naturally.

Will you give me a break?
Yeah, just 'til now.
There's people in the central park

Heard screamin' "wait, not down!"

And over there's the health club
I don't see an entrance

I'm yellin'.
Said, I'm screaming towards remembrance.

Cinematic
Friends that I get tats with.
The catastrophic
love affairs
that seem so charismatic.

We are the characters in the attic.
The Anne Frank
of the stratus.

the
Sarcastic,
******* children of all these older kids,
that's it!

And that's okay
with us.
The black of day's
a must.
The hack upraises us until we feel so
ill-discussed.

Don't look at me on the Subway,
because these eyes can't handle others.
Like a book
without
a cover, we are
Eve & Adam smothered.

Obstacle course of
the decayed spirits.

The betrayed
near
death.

The relayed, unrest. Full smoke filled breaths.

Daze Day til' death.

I shall walk
softly there.
In a ditch
- to air!
Of which to wear?

I don't know, man.
I'm moving
still.
Dunno the hills
any
more
I sink until

The wheels will
spin.
The hatch will
lock.

I'm lost upon this trembling dock.

I forgot my trunks
            of trees so free.

So chained upon this massive sea.

i'm gonna soft
                 stomp
Look at me.

Here's 3 poems about doing Xanax mostly

I.
See how they fly
Me, how I
die so gracelessly.
Just
smack
the
rhyth
m.
To space,
you see?
I've hacked a mission.

Regardless

I have
to work
on my addiction.

II.
     wow.

III.

Oh, my bludgeoning "savior"!
-save me as you
Trudge on
through these leaves.
The Colorful Ones
and all these spaces in between.

Know what I mean?

A hoax 'til death.
I've got the hiccups
and im Hope- {pills] less.

about 6 are left.

You ever asked dudes
for a smoke
With a cig behind your ear?
It's such a task, and then some
joke while I go dig
into
my peers.

Advantage Taken,
Rampage Broken.
*******'
Pink Floyd mopin'

And yeah,
I'm stoked and
I just
feel soaked in
It must
grow so thin

up in that swamp of delirium.

heed on to what you say

Or this creed
                                                      LOst
in Earth's
                 decay.

You lead but, can't you deLay?!

I don't know a thing but to overstay.. my welcome!

Think I'll make it.
Sub ways out
for direction or cause
I have no idea
why I started
but I'm aware of why I paused.

And don't you know I'm
out there
Like an underdog fan.
Walkin' through the snow with
out hair.

Call me the Summoner Man.

Come on, you're banned from this wonder filled land.
Ask why, you can't.

I'm the summoner, man.

Did that really happen?
My forgetfulness is vivid.
She hid all black in satin
'til i tore it.
Fools jest,
Give in.

And there she sways,
And dare I say:
I think she's placed there all for me.

Some gruesome comedy.

Now
she's dressed in lace,
so
I don't bleed.
Nor do I need
this digit, ..see?
Let alone 10.

I have grown frigidly.

And even though it's knot-like,
I gaze back and don't regret
I stare and say "this is not life"
while I wake at near sunset.

eyesopen
neverstill
Knuckles cracking, urning pills.
thewhite
goodnight
, Just Contemplate!

on such good night i couldnt wait.

to SUpress instict
,
Fears of fate.
It's so **** great
til i eat like 8

Then  the next
day's worse
And I can't maintain.
I'd steal a nun's purse just to
not complain.

And
I'm not in
sane
As much as deep in pain.
I'm no citizen tamed,
said I'm siblingless Cain

Quick
&
Thick
the comedown came

II.

Jeffrey Yang
on the subway train
                        bro        give me time

Show you that of half-un-tamed.
Z row
Proclaimed.

The little things, like which
don't change.

Hm.
I'm sorry for bein'
this double sided
       elbuod dedis

Die.

So malicious for your membrane.

the little things
They do
Not
Change.

I.

Dated: Whenever
It's just a number

Not tryna be clever
or Numb

It's just the way that we view time
and all these endeavors
that we have
decided our sum.

But I digress, and I'm
                                      a
                                      mess.
So let's
just get
right into
it.

Before
I start guessing
Before
All the stressing
Of why, all my life, I just hindered ****.

Bad to the marrow.
With me, it's just the little things.
Beer by the barrel
Enough ******* to belittle Kings

And I don't
               know
why
I try to carry
the weight of the stars
with
me.

I guess what I should give myself,
instead
of scars,
is an apology.

Reflect, forget.
T-take a step
way back
To where you once held breath.

Love is never stagnant
And it fills me with regret.

What I truly want, I may never see.
So I'll have to settle for pills and me.

Morsel of intelligence.
Mixed with  not
forgetting stuff
And Jesting that you've
never smoked
a
cigarette

Inhale.

Keeper of items known
no more.
He says,
cough,
Oh Lord.
Make the past come
to life
like the starting
of the underscore.

She's not like me,
more than fish are lures.
But he's all
I see
when I can hope no more.

Exhale, poor soul.

The scent of roses lush
comes about everything
She touched.
And now, the roll of seasons must
be changed
in ways
unknown to us.

We took our hugs, though,
We took our crime.
We take our beginnings like We take our time.
While, all the while, never stopping to say "
Hey,
those deals were reel-real Sublime."

You will see friends you don't like
when this happens to you.
You will see the moon and stars a-bright.
It helps when it is blue.

Hearts can never be shared.
Excuses dull, and ill-expected.
Though the ones who cared, ourselves alike
know that she shall be protected.

**For QMH

The bloke's a sad sack.
To another joke of a
mad
hack.
He's beginning to
spike up
as if the heart beat
of a heart
attack.

just point and stare
call him flapjack
just once then be done with it
not worth your precious time
neglect and tragedys the sum of him

To a flip-flopper,
Gobstopper.
Act so
as your colors bleed through.
I see you
and you, and you
analyzing him like a haiku.

Well off..
but yet on the street one thinks
a ***
Of this man who takes the alcohol and drugs to make him numb.

But on the inside, through
The Corduroy and winter fabric
there stands not a man,
A boy
Who thinks himself a maverick

Sometimes.

Rhymes
like
Blinds.

Stay, masking out the light.

Of that vocabulary mime,
but just so vast while in a fight.

Or, when I'm right.
Or in a cyphe.

Just like I'm hyped just to be spoken to.

Anxiety feels me funny.
Yeah, this *****.  But
here's a joke, or two

And I make them laugh
through this gruesome mask
trying to
break castes.

To solemnly swear
never to raise thy mast.

I wish it not
on my wort enemies.
Or a couple birds, a flock
that had been crippled with disease
In an attempt

  to remove them

from their current misery.
The way that she treats me.

Fix my glasses.
I can see myself
quite better.
Bat lashes to get some help.

Children come
and children go.
But the villain one
is always so

Yet, much less
     bone
and
     skin   serves he
as much as
moaning
whims  and  pleas

To fix all children.. and                                              fix my mirror.
To help myself
to notice
Me.

Of matters rhythmic,
Constant fission.
In my

Cataclysmic Condition.