What am I if not human?  
Am I monster
Who roams the empty city streets
In search for love to devour
And spit back the bones
Defiler of young dreams
Wrecker of lives
Am I a monster
That preys on the weak
One for every day
My primal urges
Urge me to take part in these
Biological
Natural
Irresistible
Wants and needs,
Am I a monster because I suppress them ,
Or am I human?

I joined the church choir
but I don't think I believe in God.
I guess the preacher should be
Preaching to the choir.
But the preacher's my dad
and I'm a disappointment.
So I joined the church choir,
because I like to sing,
And it's not so hard to pretend
not to be a failure in your parents eyes.

We need more guns
We need more bullets
Like we need more death
Like the blood that's been spilt
Can't satisfy Uncle Sam
One nation under a god
Who loves ******
And hates immigrants
Paranoid ex military
Who believe in conspiracies
And built bunks for when
The government comes to "take their guns"
Over my dead body they say
I will blow your brains out is what they mean
We need more guns
Like we need more disease
Hopefully we can have both
And wipe ourselves out
Let the rest of the animal kingdom
Rule the planet
I have more faith in them anyways

If I were super
I'd be no hero
I'd be the spirit of vengeance
For those too weak
To stand for themselves
The victims of the world
I'd spend every waking moment
Hunting down those
Who seek to destroy
Lives,
The rapists,  and killers,
Abusers, and bullies,
The corrupt,  and thieves
In all corners, in every tiny village
Every grand government building
All would pay
None would stay.
I'd be no hero
For I'd spare no mercy
I wouldn't make the world blind
Its been sightless
Since man learned to lie
If only I were super,
so I could not be a hero.

How quiet the night is
I say as I loudly tap
On my phone
Erasing and rewriting
Statuses
Only to realize
You can't be profound on facebook
Society has made sure of that.
This handy dandy
Mini pocket computer
Connects me to the world,
It assures that never will I
Never can I
Be alone.
Yet as I scroll
Through the friends list,
The contacts,
The snapchat stories,
Endless feeds,
Its clear I am only one person
Out of billions.
Barely noticeable.
Its hard to be unique
When all the clever usernames
Have been taken
And you don't know
How to use emojis.  
I do not compute,
Nor do I really want to.

I am the world
Lost and alone.
Parasites rid me
Of any precious
Resources I create
They torch and scar my flesh
I choke on the toxic fumes
They send to my atmosphere
I grow dizzy
Waiting
And spinning
Until I finally lose control,
My fate is self destruction
Suicide by loss of my emotions
I will end my short life
Rather than have the parasites
End it for me
I am the world
And the universe will continue
Without me

Je Suis Charlie
A new artist motto
An age old fight and cause
Simple marks on a paper
Can arouse barbaric
    Violence..
In this world
  We
      Have
No room for the blood shed.
Wage no war
   With bullets and bombs
If you must,
           Use your words
    Or
Retaliate the art.
We, intellectuals, know just how much
More powerful
  This type of warfare is.
We the unafraid artists know the
   Danger of our work
   The risks of comedy..
You **** for your aging beliefs
We sketch for the future...
   Je Suis Charlie
Never, will the pen be put down.