The man with a spherical  crown
He aspires to conspire
About the shadow realm

With shrunken shrines of human skulls
He suffered to sacrifice goats
And now found satisfaction through screens

Perhaps some day
I could try burfi,
Stuff myself silly
With this secret delicacy

So long, solo white king
Somewhere in a satire sufficient future,
Somehow they would use our carbon molecules
And particles from follicles as fossil fuel

and I'd be satisfied
If we died together.

‘Friends’-
That’s what she wrote.

That’s what ended it,
‘Friends’.

Ha!
How am I gonna recover?
If I text like everything’s A’ Ok?
I knew this was to good to be true...

‘Friends’-
That’s what ended it.

That’s what she wrote -
‘Friends’

Maybe I just forgot to make them
Or perhaps its the lack of interest

But this year

No new years resolutions.

I’ve tried all year
To change the person I am

But last year

I didn’t change

So what makes people think,
That I’ll change this year?

Hey grandpa,
It’s been a hot minute huh?

I’m growing up,
But its not all ‘thumbs-up.’

Ive heard so little
About your curious life.

I wish we met,
Before you left.

An amazing editor
That I admire.

How I miss you!

Even though,
In the photo’s,

You seem to be,
So very tired.

Geez
Emotions are diving deeper now

Dancing through dandelion fields
Dragging my depression out of the darkness

Dam demons!
Got me drunk in danger

Derived from damage and delusions
Driving down a dangling edge

I’ve dabbled into the dark arts
And dreamed of dreariness

But...

She came into my life...

Is it finally L-

Love?...

Im standing on a cliff,
Endearing the drop of terror.

As I let out a painful laugh
Filled with fright,
I sit down in spite.

It’s a deep pit,
I wonder whats at the bottom.

Should I jump down?
And see how I turn out?

No, to crazy
But I cant stay here,
Yet why wont I move?

Why wont no one guide me?

It’s ok, Ill just sit here,
And wait for what will betide.

So...

Where - Heh - Am I?

She struck straight through me
With a sharp, silver, spear

She said she loved me
So I suppressed superstition

but now...

She stabbed me with a stimulant
That scared my soul

So much so that,
I feel sickening sadness

And show grey stained smiles.

Beware!

The triplet threat,

That sneaks into your room
And makes you upset.

The triple threat

Breaks down your walls
Until you cant feel,
At all.

The triple threat!

Hangs you by a thread,
Even if you think
Your safe in bed.

So beware, O! Beware the triple threat

Which is life, love, and loneliness.

I despise the saying-
‘Ignorance is bliss’
Because it isn’t.

If anything,
They should say-
‘Academics leads to advancement’.

If someone called you ignorant
Would you consider it bliss?

Honestly I’d be
Really dam ******.

Knowledge leads to power
That the wielder controls.

And they know,
How to use it.

As a kid
building blocks

Inspired me
To create
Imaginative creations

Now

Building blocks
Are a metaphor for
Beginning a backbone

To a solid foundation
That helps you move forward

I’ve been stuck
In a cycle
Of-
‘I don’t know’

How does one
Find, the-
‘Know’?

But I don’t know
Why I do
Half the things
I do

Do you?

Like a one-trick-pony
It’s the only words
I know

I went past a lady
Smoking on a landing

Her coarse black hair
She smoked a cigar
Without regard

For only a moment
I saw her

Sitting there
in a chair
With mystery and perplexity

It was cloudy today
No sun shine
To brighten her time

She left me
Speechless

As I noticed
Her blackened eyes
From restless nights

I went past a lady
Smoking on a landing...

They say to work hard,
So you don’t end up poor.

They say study hard,
So you end up with a bright future.

They say to reach for the stars,
So that our lives don't fall apart.

But why do they say such things?
Do they think I’m able to do as they say?

Yes the future may be mine,
And even with all this time.

Haven’t you seen?
That it's not as easy as it seems?

They say the ‘good-ol days’
But why cant I relate?

What if I don’t miss the old days?

Is it wrong to like the present,
More than the past?

Why doesn’t anyone say-
‘What a time to be alive’ anymore?

Please don’t think I’m crazy,
But I don’t miss the past.

Because right now I’m fine where I’m at.

A war we all face
Since we are all
From the human race

No words needed
Because we all know
The terror

Of the silent war.

To walk on a thin wire,
Is what we all do.
The tightrope swerves
And curves
As we progress through.

Some people push others off
And some slip,
And fall,
Some even decided to jump
While all we can do is watch
And contemplate.

Then when we out stretch our arms
To keep ourselves stable,
We soon realize
that it makes it harder to stand
With the brand of time
Pressed against our backs.

Describe the sky,

Seemingly endless,

Blue,

Beautiful.

So many words

For just one word.

Yet we cant take the time

To describe others,

with more than-

“Basic”

Or

“Annoying”