Caught within
the cot I built
to slaughter
all the goals that fit
A miasma, thick
with success and stress
in growth, the wisest
call duress
on my throne
sits the black honed axe
seething at my fauna,
as I contemplate their imminent trauma
I'd rather watch them grow
as steel plummets to their throats
augmenting my flock of ghosts
enclosing the lonesome cot and throne
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Held by history
confined in walls
where paper,
still.
governs all
'For the safety of us all'
these devices screen
next door,
cracking belts
Children screams
Surrounded by eulogies
Of simpler times
Like death by bullet
Wasn't rhythm and rhyme
Home invasion
Gun persuasion
Stray creation
Retribution
Belt percussion
Slight concussion
Entomb emotions
using potions
Supposed sanctuaries
Sheetrock, iron bone
Dimming lights
Of life weary souls
A pacing procedure
Vital to victor a virus
Raging through
Fervetly quells creativity too
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
Birds of a feather
Migrating to better weather
Through these clouds
Our hearts are tethered
Through storm and bliss
Landscapes,
seascapes
Perched wherever the sky scrapes
Gazing afar for where to fly next
But with this clip in my wing
Racing rats all around
Four walls are all I see now
Yet each time I accept my fate
I see the clouds move in heartache
Perched wherever the sky scrapes
I used the clouds as a staircase
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
A stab for a word.
A shot in the dark.
We die for a look
trying to justify who we are.
With this incantation
this formula;
Action.
Reaction.
Let me choose my faction
Contradict this faith
Cause no one's contributing
To my collection plate
Imbued by escapades,
that gifted
my man,
his hood.
Protecting my pride
Portraying my promises
Pure or profane
For pleasures and pains
Pushed by pixels.
Saline soaked tissues.
Rent, rats, respect, rules
Tend to tempt the next move.
Excuse the grime on my shoes,
the grim in my eyes
cause I can’t tell the consequence
of showcasing a kinder side
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Attempts to make
Meticulous marvels
Molded from mountains
Mindful of the minds
That mind it
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Something too much?
Recognition,
the request.
For some,
for most.
It may not matter
how meticulous was
our best.
So as a raging river
a mountain I'll tear down.
Now I see the wall
rodents made to keep me out.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Something too much.
Recognition.
The request.
For some,
For most,
It may not matter that
how meticulous
was our best.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
I have perfect ideas
lol, wrong shoe to fit.
My concepts are solid
as drywall bricks.
Yes, please bring us down
What can you show?
Misplaced trust.
Bread crumbs,
rust.
I have desire
this life came quick
and you're the work no one missed
always were,
But not be.
I fought my battles
Fighting you mean
My point stands
On foundations of lies
I keep you from an Icarus demise.
Grounded is good.
Whats wrong with the sky?
Don't look too hard
you know that's for those
born
with a god in sight
That was a choice.
Cue, consequence.
**** conscience.
No. Confidence.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
I have a few,
like burning a good future.
Losing love
loving lots
spiraling in confusion.
Blinding rage,
petty sayings
a quiet vocal range.
Lackadaisical,
completely forgettable,
earn below the average joe.
I write,
I draw,
both subpar
I can't drive a car.
I can hide in a smile
lie with my eyes
and never really cry.
Overweight,
out of shape,
hoodie shaped,
never took a family break.
Mnm wants me to,
but never said I'd go far.
Won't ever date.
Usually believes in fate,
not holy gates.
my skillset so far.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
8 secs,
to terminate
the world that I knew
8 secs slow
only need a small few
to establish this curfew
next to his curfew
your God,
he saw you,
happy with your ways
his forgiveness lets you live life your way
did you ask for mine ?
just killing time ?
break time; the status
forget our timeline
but I'd rather you be happy
just a weakness I have
you get used to the pain
after this many steps in vain
this will keep you happy
fall in love with your sunshine and rays
. . . . . . . .
took me more than 8 secs that day
to remember better days
keep that glow in your voice
while I bleed tears for every dot on this page
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC