Who among you to know my game
Wood leg gaggin two good lames
Old man nick’s been burnin dreams
Till I come out, settle in the seams

Purps on the news I duck my head
Home to cookin, feel good dread
I'm in my zone, the throne ceramic
My buddy Nick, he calls panic

Tells me now “come’re you wannit”
I duck flows I’m barely onnit
To pass a day a daily life
Feel fists fapping, fury fright

My "friend" nick ain’t seen him so much
**** come hither hits so blunt
I’m on the floor his sucker punch
Can’t remember my past three lunch

Cereal on the beach
Seeing now that what I preach
Over yonder my future’s bleak
Blue so ocean yet I’m so weak

Call my name again won’t do
It’s not bad I’ll make it through
I’ll see you on the other side
Where lust and beauty don’t collide

The rain falls, the light rises, darkness caresses the city
Passing cars and passed out pedestrians pile on
Darkness and moisture cling to what is not

Illuminated streets from billboards, street lamps, and storefronts
These passing lights fool me into thinking it is day
It is Night

Smoke from the sewers dance around me as I walk through
Will the beating rhythm of cars and shouts ever sleep?
A city that never sleeps

Colors glide over the sodden streets, through thunderous rain
A storm that beats down, hard, ambient, ever present
Inexorable tides of water from the sky

Headlights blind but never linger, as I walk my hustled step
In and around the grid that weakens the foolhardy
But rises those up, just the same

Thousands of buildings, thousands of droplets, all meeting each other
Those skyward skyscrapers are the swords into the clouds
Meeting them with their stand

New York meets everything with pushback
Umbrellas against the wet, Brutality against the poor, Sorrow against the weak
Love-hate calls to them

I stare across the river, to the skyscrapers of another world
Nothing to the majesty and soul crushing weight I get to walk under
A concrete welcome to The Jungle

All that is will be undone, those lights, those cars, those wonders
I among them fade into antiquity, my footprints lost into the washing grime
All is nothing against Time

The instructor said,


Go home and write
a page tonight
And let that page come out of you—
Then it ill be true


Will it be that easy?
White, weird and sixteen
Growing up in New York City
Where moments flicker by like a dream.
Middle school says life’s ahead
While city commutes blend together.
With brief respites to a Vermont house
Having nature’s bounty out the window.
Though daily, I have only a poor rectangle substitute.


Though I see the world in its immensity,
What I’ve seen are mere trips from my city.
All the while striving to find meaning in this chaos,
But ending up being lost in the sauce.


I enjoy gaming, idle chat and to humorously play
Though mostly with friends who live so far away.
But after I go to see them,
My memories slowly fade away.
They come to see me in my abode.
Concerts, cards and killer jokes
To pass the time between visits,
I listen to a multitude of books.
Something is lost with them on tape,
I'm told.
But convenience is something that it holds
During art classes full of concentration
Where I can get lost in the rhythm of their words
I seem to think I lose touch with conversation
But I think to save it
For those I love the most.
To my friends who are my brothers
I look to them-
To give me hope: For a life to still have meaning.
Some have it inherent,
Others shrivel up without it,
Some find it in responsibility,
But for me,
It is in those people whom I connect with the most.


This is my page for English 6.

STARS the galaxy
I'm feeling it right now
The whole world
The whole world
I sometimes feel like this
The way I feel after a breakup
Or when I finish something good
I'm normally a happy guy
I laugh I wrestle
But when I feel like this
I never know, my life
I never normally write it down
Poetry or in a journal
STARS the galaxy
Some people see it and hide
Some drink, now more commit suicide
I never know what to expect
Will I ever find that thing
A purpose
It was easier back then
Because of how hard it was
STARS the galaxy
I'm still, we are still alone

Rude, you don't need to be disrespectful
Why, you're coming, we are family
Church, I don't care about it
God, you are Catholic
18, what is so special about it
Off to college, a nightmare and a dream
Drugs, it makes you feel
Unfeeling, I wish I wasn't so
Suicide, too much

One and one and two and three
The clock, the clocks are in my knees
They turn and turn my legs around
Walking, walking legs abound
These thoughts, these thoughts I have are mad
You see, I see through you I see
Those thoughts, those thoughts you have of seas
You want, you want to leave this town
And move, moving out around
To the shore, to the shore you'll soon you'll see
But what you'll find, find a place unfit for thee
I know, I know I always know
I hug you and hug you to calm your nerves
What people all people want, they want inside
I give you, I give you a knife inside

The blood, the blood it's on the floor
Your eyes, your eyes sparkle no more
My cheeks, my cheeks wrinkle and ruffle
My smile, my smile bursts out a chuckle
I then, I then I look, I look
Not knowing, not knowing I shook, I shook
I think, I think, oh what have I done
Clarity, clarity for a minute, a minute
Turn turning, turn turning my mind not in it
I lie I lie soaking myself
The blood the blood don't miss anyone else
The blood the blood, the blood my bloodied talk
I murmur, murmur the birds start to squawk
I laugh, I play in a joyous land
I think, I think to myself… bland
What I’ve, I’ve done, I’ve killed my prize
the one I’ve killed which was my rise
Yes it's bland, it's bland I leap
I hit, I hit my head to sleep

I find, I find I'm dry to the floor
I wait, I wait for an open the door
It's something, just something, in the back of my mind
What is it, what is it, I find so sublime?
It's just, it's just there's a window in her  house
I'm thinking, I'm standing my hand on her blouse
I'm up, I'm up I look out the window
I see, I see a young lucky widow
Maybe just maybe her man gone, the war
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready once more

My old days are here, I’ve seen this arrive
I now look on the youth, I look at them thrive
Though I feel disappointment, with what they call “tech”
It’s online what is founded, but a richness they lack
They all love their screens, what my kids call devises
But when they turn on the tele, this screen now their vices
This richness they lack, is not of their money
But in culture it is seen, with what now they call funny
My life has been interesting, I’ve traveled the world’s map
But what I’ve actually traveled, they look on their lap
There eyes are less bright, like how mine have now dimmed
But theirs isn’t from old age, its their lives that they’ve thinned
But as my hands start to shake, and my vision constantly fading
I look to the youth, a group maybe worth saving.

I look at myself in the mirror
My reflection gazes at the ground
I lie in bed thinking I could feel her
But nothing in my hands is what I found

I walk down the sidewalk
The moving rhythm of my feet
How it does remind me of her walk
Every step each jab a price for me

The blade pierces my shallow skin
A price for what I had given
To the one whom I had put my love in
Who grasped and ripped it all away

I saw a sheep upon a hill
Reminds me of my house for sale
In which my summers past were spent
This sheep I saw, something to represent
An equinox of sorts to me
To tug my mind, memories, and things to be
They crashed and swelled into my head
These memories of farmland red
And those sheep who grazed every hill
Reminding of those summers and everything until

There is vastness in the middle of your mind
But the things we need we leave them far behind
It is an endless search until our search resigned

But when we find what we need our hunger is persistent
We may try to stop, but what we try to stop is consistent
So we give in, go again around it, despite resentment

We may not find what we need so our hunger grows
And our sanity sees this unlike what it shows
When our minds stop we will become for the crows

American Dream
She'll take you to paradise
Lies they are all lies

Your days grow longer
Are you tired of playing
Playing god that is

He once was a man who looked at the ground. A man who would never think to travel the world around. Just a week ago he looked up. Now I am the man that travels, a week from then I am in the world. But is this my final state, who's to know where we are in our final place. But until then I will look up, never looking back, for I am the world's and the world is mine.

Flesh feasters finds fish framed for food
Thrills for the gills that are dead in his feud
You enter my cavern swords clang, clash, corrupt
Death is my name and my answers are abrupt

My waning in this river of endless sorrow
Unknown are the fates of heroes from tomorrow
Though the bones of long dead dreams hide my hold
Though the endless rush is unceasingly bold

I smite these wanderers casting sickness and famine
This sorrow thickens among the ill fate fallen
My time will come and he, the one chosen will arrive
My will will fail and his sword will thrive

Her nostril bled a blood bright red
Though no one was there to hit her head
The magic loomed luring ladies into traps trivial that happen so fast
It drew her close with a cutting corrosive blast
Essence emanating, evaporating, caressing her linen
Luscious power lulled her leaving senselessness
Pacifying pulling, a force so perfectly relentless
She fell to madness making murmurs in her mind now muddled
As she rot away rare conditions rendering her useless
She lay slowly dying singing songs spiritual sensual and subtle

Marching across the lands looking for foes to impale
A show of brutality killing those who oppose my flail
I am Arthur, King of The Britons
And I seek the grail

Ice drifted through the water
Though no current was detected
No bird winnowed the air
All seemed to be still
But yet only the snow fell
In the water still were the merrows
Buildings we passed had underlit windows
Death’s icy grasp was on this land deep down to the marrows
Though he was tranquil the land was harrowed
He saw his breath
Over the Lake
And in the reflection of the water
He saw the face of death

Falling asleep enter the dream and these that are, are not
You wander around in a cascade of thought
Passing a maelstrom of serenity and a physical mind
Finding out that the thing you want is awfully hard to find
But you keep trekking through the wilds until you find out where to go
It's dark down there and you've been lost since ages ago
You thought you heard a noise and something, someone strikes a match
Their face is illuminated and finally you've found your match
But then the scene changed and you're crying for what you found
But you are in a desert with sand for miles and miles around
You walk again hoping more for that thing to come back
And eventually you cry out and wake up, gunfire, you are back to Iraq

A darkest hour, a darkest time
For him and for many, the day was sublime
For his knife was ready, curved to a point
The cultist was screaming, brother anoint
The oil was dripping, mixed with his gore
His form was sprawled, all over the floor
The circle was drawn, the time is now
Our god will be waiting, they’ll hear us somehow
We slice his throat, and we say the watchwords
We chant for an hour, then **** all the birds
The light is telling, our god has awoken
He is coming down, to the words we have spoken
And when he arrives, death to the foundation
If his presence is felt, enter damnation

The waiting girl had leather boots studded with her payment of lavish jewels
Blood red in the dead of the night from all those daring dead fools
She entered the bar amongst the dancing and shouted at all the ghouls
Though what she said did not shield her from the hellish banshee
She saw her target amongst the prostitutes dripping with foreign ecstasy
She held her .44 and let him lie in death's dark sea