my father used to play the guitar and my mother got tricked into delivering drugs to the u.s.a
im confused from who im destined to be, i doubt I'll inherit anything
so far both of my parents think im weird
i guess its the way i sit in my backyard, and paint the sky with hand motions,  
i guess its the way i lock myself in my room because company distracts me
i guess its the way they conceive my actions as,
i guess its because i never tell them where i go when im out for 3-5 hours on my bike              
i guess its because i like to spend all night awake just to have alone time
its funny how my parents haven't noticed i do such things, to make them proud
are my paintings a little too colorful for your vision?
is my form of writing a little too misunderstanding?
or are you just not as open minded to things
i look back at both of your pasts and feel misery
hoping your child will make you happy
mother, father, you've created a regretful blessing
mother, father, you've created a so called scumbag artist who only cares in pleasing people and his cannabis strands
mother, father, your son is sick of being called crazy at home
mother, father, your son can't tell both of you anything without being judged
mother, father protect me from the kids at school who call me weird, the wound is deep enough

no genocide in my atmosphere
i live in abandoned creeks where the trees purify my gray tobacco filled lungs
the valid is everywhere
indulgence to color black and white stories
im a boy with the mind of an 86 year old ex drug addict with a flame in his heart being put out by a girl he lost his virginity to
my rebellious ways are triggered by the raking of my joys being taken away
i carry balloons in my backpack to show people that even if your physical state shows bags under your eyes,
inflation of colourful ideas can be put out whenever through experience in this realm of fullness of time and self narration to any destination

when i became a menace to myself,
i found myself voluntarily doing the impossible
and the only possible action i could do is breathe and hum along to songs,
rhythmic patterns that build me and straighten my knees up
my eyes were looking down at the fractures on the earth, looking at my fingers stick out the dry yellow dead grass
my degradation was thought to be six feet below
i’m 5’6 and my fingers sticking out were reaching towards a tower of magic and happy prisons
dreams of sceneries, full of laughter and reassurance
full of trust and rich environments
and not even a trickle above a gram of *******, can make you seem this close to Gods feet
and you’ll share playlists to the ones who want to fly without wings off of buildings
and re-up for their sake
you’ll see the variant in the sky you cried to for years
and arrogate your state of emotion

theres a possibility her emotions are reflections of the city lights she loves so much
the music she listens to is contradictory to what she listens to without headphones
through crowded streets, she just wants to hear someone tell her to not give up with a guitar lead behind that voice
she loves coffee because she's sick of despite
she sweetens up her bitter self with caffè americano
there's a slight chance that being in love at a young could be true and pure
not under my silk sheets for that matter though
she lays her head on pillows that feel like her breast on which I lay my head on
they say the body likes the warmth of sheets in the blistering cold mornings while waking up
when really the sheets cant stand her body not being wrapped in them
i think its safe to say that shes the atmosphere in my world that keeps the bad things from breaking in my broken nice gestures
i think without precaution i can say that ******* is the weakest of addictions in my world that shes in
and her voice I love to listen to is are injections that cure from things I dont want to hear
the taste of her lips take away my dehydrated mouth with taste that fills my buds and fills my heartless body with hearty hearts

if my rights are wrongs, doom me, for I am comforting minds within themselves
surroundings and experience influence, I will go through pain to make you feel secure, be what you desire
if the world disapproves your sexuality and says its wrong
accept yourself for what you are, and be right within you
Because your impact is greater than what you think it is
Not being afraid can influence people to get rid of freight of expressing what they've always wanted to be or do
if you ever feel doubt in your guidance on the road
know that youve impacted the silent
and if you give up, their hope will be gone
be someone's help or hope, someones life progression, create gateways
Smile to the malignant, you'll see reflections soon enough
Feel at home in your mind, feel welcomed
The rooms that make your home are the interests that make you, love what you do with passion because you've impacted me to write this, to reach many others like you that can do the same
The love for a hobby can trigger someones passion, to do the same, to do the right, to progress as a whole
to help people, to help communities, to help the the world, to break barriers
purpose is to serve
Purpose is to make a purpose
for the ones who need guidance in their purpose
anything can create, innovation in humanity is within you
with your will anything is possible
be gracious, for you have potential to change lives, to change perspectives
your happiness can make happiness all around your surroundings
your actions are impactful chants, scream
dont be afraid to show your emotions in expressive ways, thats what makes the world
its defined by you, do good
its the little things
that can make a little road create highways and routes in lives; options
You are glorious even if you're corrupt
sadness and happiness are glorious and im happy to be passionate about people, like you, all of you
Dont be afraid to break barriers with your passion
Dont be afraid to break barriers with your love
You are possible of doing anything
You are someones road to take
To be saved
To accept themsleves
Inspire and motivate
You are the art of progression