No one
lives fahrever.

Boeht when we
were yooehng
we dooehght fahrever
was as good as fahr now.

And when we lay
in de lahng grass she said
I'll lahve you fahrever.

Soehn shahne
bright dat day
and was clooehdless.

We kessed.

A lahng lahng kess.

And I wanted de kess
to last fahrever.

Cancer took 'er-
and I guessed cancer
dedn't know
abooeht fahrever.

I dooehght ooehr lahve
was fahr always
boeht deat came
and it never.

The excitement for the young to be involved in a protest
With the belief that all these causes seem to make sense
Just remember to think of your future
Because good jobs are rare with a felony offense

Behind grit, grinding steel, razor edges.

In front, vultures circling, a small bird hits the window.

Rain, drizzling mists,white sky, gray waves

Everything wanting to go inside

The things men make
to keep us warm, that squirrels can wrap themselves into... cats and mice.

But the noise, the racket, the destruction to create seems unnecessary.
Even voices, loud trucks .. seems all intent on diminishing.

I know ..
The thoughts you have of the future
I know ..
The lack of clarity and sense of frustration
I know..

That God had some part in this
I know..
That man had made this
I know..

We will come through this
I know..
We will prevail
I know.

Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered
Lipstick

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken

He got her on a whim
   Drunk in love with a pint of      Hennessey
Drank their desires in a red cup
Filled it up to the  line of corrupt
Stuck in darkness, love gone
Wrong, passionate for nothing
When it doesn't belong
Sober we wake and find the damage is done
Nine months later, I have a son

The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry

I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it

time did root
firmly steeped
to the chime before
its delicious wet bruise grew

my once upon a mind
pressed by reflection
saw lustrum's idle wave
awash in deeper cuts

for though these hands
wears blood dried
its scars are yours
to touch

I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night

the matter of age is in your head
where it will stay
until you are dead.

There will be good times

And there will be bad times

We're having the time of our lives.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

You are always innocent until proven guilty
Unless you are  black of course
Then you're always  guilty
If you are armed you're seen as dangerous
Unless you're black of course
Then your skin complexion is a weapon
All human life is equal
Unless you're black of course
Then you're nothing but a *****; dirt

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.

Poisoned eyes, mesmerized
By broken lies
Capitalized, magnified
In order to poison, eyes
We compromise, all this time
Repeating broken lies
Capitalized, magnified
In order to poison, eyes

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

8 yup that's what I said
8 my lucky number 8
this has always been my lucky number
and it will always be my lucky number
now lets me tell you about the number 8
the first time a try to catch a ball it took me 8 tries
the first day I went to school it took me 8 day to get use to it
and i can go on and on and on but i won't
but as you can tell I have 8
my lucky number 8

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.