Let me start by saying that you always seem to make my day.
You've brought more warmth into my life than the hottest solar ray.
Your complexion is perfection, in the most literal sense,
If I'm crazy or justified, I'm sitting on the fence.
Should I talk about your lips, how I imagine fingertips, running over them, slowly, as if leaning in to take a sip,
Or how even the simplest text, makes my heart beat without rest,
So fast and hard, it feels like it'll jump out of my chest.
I could really keep on going all day long if I so wished,
I could write you novels based off a shortlist.
But the truth is that I like you. I really do, I like you.
Now tell me that I shouldn't but I really cannot help it, I kinda want you to myself, I know it's selfish, you I cherish,
But I like you, that much is clear.
And part of me wishes that your man would disappear.
I'm sorry, I really haven't slept much,
I'm not thinking straight.
But the truth is still the truth, am I really to blame?
I mean, how can I resist, thinking of your lips, the thought alone fills me with bliss.
That's some crazy ish, yea I made a wish, and well, no wishing well could grant me what I wish. I am just a fish,
Swimming, lost, captivated by precious pools of blue,
I wanna feel your soul, ever close and dive deep into you.

The poem that I'd never write..
The kind of poem that'd show me in a different light.
I scoff at Benja F bills
Women come and go,
I be popping pills that make the world turn slow.
I yolo *******,
Holler at team swag,
Money and the *******,
Tell her throw it in the bag..

That's the kind of poem that I'd never write.
The kind of poem where I ****** everyone in sight.
I keep it real hood.
Gangster all day.
Look me the wrong way,
Dead body in the hallway.
You don't want no problems,
I'm strapped like Velcro,
Dummy I don't play no games, Nintendo.

This made little sense,
something wasn't right.
This is the kind of poem I would never ever write.

It's the pen-equipped rebel, real nutty like pistachios.
Never looking back at the past, or the path he chose,
Tries to keep his passion stowed, but it's such a challenge,
When the world's attacking me, I'm never taking damage.
I use words to my advantage, and the ink stains are my varnish,
Shielding me from any weak attempts to try and tarnish me.
I can weather any weather, whether worse snowstorms or better.
I think I got this poem thing to a Tee just like the letter.
I can turn a pebble to a mountain,
One rebel to a thousand,
Cut myself and bleed, turn my death into a fountain, of youth..

I remember, road trips in the astro,
Times were always great but the trips were never fast though
Such a hassle, wishing it'd be faster,
Looking like a box turtle, moved just as slow.
We'd leave almost every weekend in the summer,
I never thought any of the trips we took were ******,
In my mind were fun, they probably were funner,
Man, we loved that van, what I'd do for another.

Many great times, sand, beach and sun
Some taboo nights, lustful and fun
Thanks for the times, van,
****, what a run.

Remember the past? man, those were the days,
Where the hardest decision was what games we would play.
Our biggest worries were scraped knees and curfews,
Now we have to worry bout late fees and work blues,
We'd get our boo-boos kissed and healed by our mothers,
And spend countless hours playin Mario with my brothers.
those were the times, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
My childhood was awesome, I can't put it into words.

Hay mucha negatividad.
No tanta caridad
Porque no todo el año?
Porque hacernos daño?
Hasta los amigos mas cercanos se convierten en extraños
And I don't understand it,
What's wrong with this planet?
Why is there such evil?
If there's a God then why'd he plan it?
El hombre ha matado mucho mas que cualquier cancer.
There's way too many questions,
And not nearly enough answers.

"The world sees me looking in the mirror,
Images of me, getting much clearer, dear self",
I wrote a letter just to better my soul,
Trying to keep it all together, wrapped and under control.
I have a dream like Dr. King once had
A vision of a time where not a thing is bad.
Where every body is an equal, and they've met their needs,
The only addicts live off compliments and good deeds.
War is nonexistent and they've banished the gun.
Every automobile runs off energy from the sun.
I have a dream like Dr. King once dreamed.
I'm fighting for my dream, a dream to be free.

Don't you see the issue?
What's the bigger picture?
Is it logical to pay a nurse less than we do a pitcher?
This madness needs to end.
To me, it makes no sense.
I just want to shed some light, I don't mean to offend.
We have much to fear,
The answer's never clear,
But we need to question everything that fills our ears.
Cuz half of it is strange,
Half the people are deranged,
This world needs so much help, its up to us to make a change.

Sometimes I question, what's the purpose to my writing?
But when readers compliment me, I can't help but keep on smiling.
The answer's pretty simple, I write because I love it.
Creating art and beauty, masterpieces built from nothing.
To me it's so exciting, one of my many passions.
A world without the poet's very morbid to imagine.
The world would be so different and it would've gone to waste,
All the poetry I've ever written, gone, and lost in space.
But I'm glad that's not the case,
I can't help but be amazed,
Since my poems started trending, there's a smile on my face.
They've been here from the start and also passed the test of time,
Broken through the fourth dimension,
All this with simple rhymes.
I try to shed some light into this world that's very dark.
So hello world, I hope that when I leave, I've left my mark.

With so much evil in the world, it's hard to stay strong.
So much bad among us, it's so easy to go wrong.
There's people filled with malice, people who discriminate.
Their hearts have become callous, and seem to live off deepened hate.
Degrading what is different, and they don't even care,
or fathom we're alike, like phonemic sounds in pairs.
Whether black or white, whether blonde or a brunette,
We all bleed the same, yet we're so quick to forget.
Is it because it's easier to do nothing than to learn?
It's hard to save the planet, easy to watch it burn.
Such a fine line in-between, it is hard to distinguish,
The moment that we give up is the moment that we're finished.
But we can't be submissive, not one person's typical
We're all one of a kind, that's distinctive of a miracle.
Nothing will ever change, if we don't ever try.
It starts with just two vowels, it starts with U and I.
The answer isn't hidden, it's found in the Preamble,
The answer's We the People, let's be shining examples.

A feeling so sublime and you put your hand on mine,
And you look me in the eyes, so I'll take it as a sign,
So, uh, put away the wine and turn off the candle's light.
You could be the devil's wife but thankfully you're mine.
Let us just unwind, and you don't have to worry.
Yeah, let's make a movie written with the greatest story.
We, we're barely sober and I'm kissing on your shoulder
and although you're such a lady, me, I'm acting like a Dober...mannn
****, your kisses are on fire.
I can't help it but i wanna take you higher.
Higher than you're used to, I know angels fly high.
It turns me on to hear you moaning as i touch you, let out a sigh.
We rip our clothes off like kids on Christmas night,
Start ripping presents open hoping their wish list is right.
Now your body's getting hotter, it seems to match my lust.
I just can't hold it and no drug can match its rush.
So hush, I must, let my tongue slowly explore,
Every single inch of you as your body begs for more.
I know, I know that you're wetter than the ocean,
Your body is a typhoon, let's put it in to motion.
Grab my hands and take a hold,
Shh, don't say a word.
Feel me in your soul.
Let's drown out the world.
You're sweating all on me, I'm sliding deep in you.
The lady goes in hiding and the freak starts creeping through.
Doggy, missionary, honey, tell me, what you wanna?
I'll have you breathing heavy and sweating just like a sauna.
So we can do whatever, I'll love you true forever,
Just look me deep in the eyes as we *** together...

A poem written with lascivious thoughts,
Closer to the flame, what a ridiculous moth,
I'm driven by the lust, I felt so compelled
To close the distance between us,
I'm lost, can't you tell?
Are you a devil? Angel?
Neither heaven nor hell,
Could break this spell I'm in, I keep sinning, I love it, oh well.
Now its time to give in,
This night is a sin,
I lost control of my own body but this feels like a win.

..Music is my inspiration,
It fuels my drive, my goals, and it is my motivation,
My determination, enduring and undying,
I could say that I don't need it but I know that I'd be lying.
Make it without trying, its everywhere you go,
inside everything you see, it's in everyone you know.
And what a thing to hear, go tell everyone that's near, both enemies and peers, have no fear,
Here's a cheer, even if you don't drink, grab a beer,
hear ye, hear ye, come, thee and listen,
Music is my medicine, to spread it is my mission.
And if I do succeed and infect a single soul,
I hope that it's contagious and the virus starts to grow,
And soon everyone will know, whether young or really old,
That time might heal all wounds but music's therapeutical,
So bask in all its greatness, relax and just embrace it,
Music's all around us, it's surrounding and amazing.

Music's such a blessing, don't you all agree?
Music is my armor when the world's attacking me,

Without it, I'd be crazy, how'd I ever get so lucky?
Me and music go together like a bath and rubber duckies.

To provide you with some sort of deeper mental stimulation.
From the Master, Uniquely Specializing In Creation

The eternal deep thinker,
Vexed and perplexed, I'm a mess of quills and inkers,
Deeper than the belly of a beer-downing drinker, whatta stinker,
Deeper than the ocean,
Fishing deeper than the fisher,
Way deeper than a fishy or the hook, line, sinker.
Deeper than a creeper, keeping creeping on the DL,
Deeper than devil-infested levels, deep in the Hell,
Much deeper and way steeper than I've ever hoped to get,
Getting closer to my dreams and not a single one regret.

I used to share more writing with the public,
but now I've realized some of what I write is ugly.
And misinterpreted, I'd rather keep it to myself.
And do my best to stop this bigger urge to cry for help,
At the very least, I'll try, and even if I fail,
I vow to never cry, again, so that no one can tell,
What it is I feel inside, this void inside consuming,
Evil thoughts are brewing, I assume my life will soon end.
As I take these bitter pills,
As I consume this liquor,
I can't help but feel,
more glad as I get sicker..

They pull the strings behind the scenes, they think themselves queens and kings controlling everything.
And we're the poor pawns that fawn on and on and on, day to day, from dusk til dawn.
We need to stop the cycle. No, we HAVE to stop this cycle. Get off the bike, though, we might not like to, Because we're prisoners and though we're lacking actual shackles, our rights are *** backwards, and the rulers are money-hungry psychos.
We the people pay the price,
The price for living paid in pain and constant suffering,
Nothing's really what it Seems,
And no one Sees because We numb ourselves through drugs and Vicodins,
Pill-poppers, downers, uppers,
Blunt-puffers, paint huffers,
Wrist cutters, coke snuffers,
Methamphetamine intravenously-injecting stupid *******.
Drug smugglers, crack stuffers,
Mother struggles, baby suffers,
Speed lovers, glass crushers,
We numb it all so no one bothers.
but sitting comfy at the summit,
Watching the planet plummet,
Are the ones pulling the strings behind the show.
The ones without a soul.
The ones behind it all, yet few of us do know.
It's time we all wake up, stop confirming to the rules, it's time we cut these strings and put the people in control.

These walls are closing in, where do I begin?
My mind is running back and forth, pacing from within.
I'm talking to myself, arguing, internal strife,
Debating who the hell I am, in this infernal life?
Incoherent babble, I'm asking what I'm after.
I understand my questions way more than I do my answers.
I'm feeling burning cold but I know I'm dead awake,
Screaming silently, I mean, can no one hear me break, and shatter
What's the matter? What's the fuss?
Who am I? What of us?
Is it just? Just because?
*Truly, what have I become?

Tell me, where do I begin?
I guess I'll start by saying that to me you are a 10
Simply divine, I'm blessed that you are mine,
I swear that when I kiss you I feel like I'm on cloud 9.
There's no debate, call it destiny or fate.
You would not believe the amount of butterflies I 8.
My pretty angel, when you smile, heaven sings.
For you, I'll gladly commit, all 7 deadly sins.
I wanna build my life with you, you could take your pick,
Till infinity or beyond? Between five kids or 6?
Around you, I seem to lower my defenses
I take my time and make use of all 5 of my senses.
Everything feels so perfect to me, now more than ever.
Do the math, add me plus you, that equals love 4ever.
You and me, and a baby, a family of 3,
2 parts of a whole, you're the other half of me.
So my dear, to make it clear, you're second place to none
It's plain to see, so obviously, to me, you are the 1.

How I miss you so, no poem could describe it,
As hard as I could try it,
There's no way that I could hide it,
If anyone would ask me,
There's no way that I'd deny it.
I'm still in love with you,
Of this one thing, I'm so sure,
I'm losing my composure,
My thoughts are hardly kosher,
My heart is still like posters,
I've been through ups and downs,
My heart is on a roller coaster.

All I ask is how?
To have you near me now,
I'd give my life away
Such a meager price to pay.

I'll always keep her close, She smells just like a rose,
One word to describe her, it's perfection, I suppose.
But words do her no justice, or pictures furthermore.
How do you explain what you've never seen before?
Like the sun she glows, she's my very soul,
Be together till the end, I'll never let you go.

You make my day, my evening and my night,
You could be my princess, I could be your knight.
It feels soo wrong, but you make me feel right.
You're my inspiration, the reason that I write.

If kissing you would lead me to my death,
I'd gladly lose my life and kiss you with my last breath.
And if you ever doubt it, you can try and test me.
You'd call it suicide but I'd say that it's a blessing.

I had a dream, you were in your wedding dress.
Standing next to you was your groom, would've never guessed,
That it was me, as I looked you in your eyes,
Standing side by side, you started to cry.
And I just held your hand, fighting back the tears,
Remembering the past, how we grew throughout the years.
But as I waited to hear you say "I do",
I woke up from my dream... I just wish that it was true.

You control my thoughts, but it's not like I would change them,
You're always in my dreams, and I'd do anything to save them.
Feels like I hit the pavement, I'm a *******,
Because they hurt me so, yet the pain is such a bliss.
If dreaming of you always hurts, I'll readily accept it.
If it was up to me, then I'd be a narcoleptic.

If Sleep's the cousin of Death,
then what's insomnia?
Draining life with each breath?
A hypochondriac,
See, it's hard to explain..
Trying to see what's real or not is making me go insane

You're funny if you think you can compare,
From her cuticles to her cute little locks of hair,
You're visually impaired, don't despair,
She's a goddess, I'm just honest, the comparison's not fair.
It seems you speak at random,
Or is it an amalgam?..
Of wicked crock and sicker thoughts
That you need to abandon.
This obsession has to stop,
Find a different subject matter,
'Fore you mature or go insane,
I'm betting on the latter.

Aged and agitated,
Hate my contemplation,
Rage, my compensation,
Shades of inner hatred seem to keep my mind abated

Even to this day, I still think about the times,

That i held you in my arms and I looked you in the eyes.

Many seasons passed, still I keep you in my heart,

Losing you was stupid but we both played each our part.

Many nights, I wake up, panting, break out in a sweat,

Your smiling face and gorgeous eyes, now how could I forget?

Remember back, when we first met, you'd come find me at work?

I couldn't tell but later knew, we'd both flirt back and forth.

And honestly, i was surprised, a girl like you liked me??

That's when i stopped and thought about what you and me might be.



Took me a minute but soon I got a name and seven digits,

And promised you that I would call as soon as work was finished.

We'd conversate and contemplate, things were going great.

Your voice alone was soothing but now im thinkin 'wait'

Could this be a dream? I put those thoughts way back in mind.

When you'd speak to me, I would lose all track of time.

Seconds turned to hours, hours into days.

For now the time was ours, so lets not let it waste.



I was convinced as time went on, I knew you were the one.

You were my life, my everything, my star, you were my sun.

We were both king and queen, together, we would rule

You could grade our love on every subject in school.

Cuz I really loved her, her and all her crazy ways.

Our chemistry was perfect and we'd get a perfect A.

History, we aced it, and mathematics, easy.

Cuz one plus one, is one, we knew together that's what we'd be.

English a no-brainer but spanish was kinda harder.

We took phy ed and passed, then we took it a little farther.

I studied every inch of her, it was my favorite class.

She'd test me every day and every single day i'd pass.

She was the one, even a blind man could see.

Alone I am one half, she's the other part of me...

What you talkin **** for? Baby, why ya mad?
Face it, it's the TRUTH, I'm the BEST  you've ever had!
I stuck with you, with all the pain you brought.
Are you mad that you cheated? or mad that you got caught?!?
Don't deny it, I'm naive, not stupid,
My heart got shot, too bad it wasn't Cupid
And that arrowhead was filled full of venom.
Your friends can think whatever, I don't care what you tell 'em
Cuz we know the truth, so trust me, I am done.
You should check your watch...
..It's time to move on.

The government oppression,
I am its opponent.
They control the people,
Fear, its main component.
Pry our eyes wide open,
In this very moment,
Seek the hidden truth,
I am a main proponent.
A lot of modern news,
is often misconstrued,
a lot of missing cues,
Most people missing clues,
Mind our P's and Q's?
Of course, that's nothing new.
What better way to keep us slaves to power-soaked abuse?

Never claimed I was perfect, if I did, didn't mean to.
I'm just searching for a woman who can be my equal

Listen close to this and let me paint a picture.
Inside my mind, where it's way too dark for any fixtures.
A mixture, of hail and hell inside my brain.
Feeling like both sides of two oncoming trains.
Twenty-three cars in a one car-lane.
I don't know why I kinda love the fact that I'm deranged.
Sane or insane, some think that the latter's bad.
I'm the calm before the storm, the storm, and the aftermath.
All rolled into one, it's hard just to contain.
Hard to not change, even harder to explain.
I might explode and leave behind a stain in my name.

Where am i going? The prophet slash poet,
I'm leaving my past, but I live in the moment
and don't I know it, I used to be such a *******.
Now I work hard and take classes that I know I must pass,
God, and how I must have, seen the better in me,
vividly in a dream seen a real epiphany,
A brand new me, I'm a better man now, maybe
I can't tell but I've been through the fires in hell,
Won't tuck my tail in, won't fail and
I swear I'll tell my tale and
when the world comes crashing down on me, I just inhale in.
**Proper and obscene
A scholar with a scheme,
No baller and no green.
just a dollar and dream. that's it.

Visage of an angel,
Just a mirage,
Lies from a stranger,
All a facade.
A halo, of play-doh,
Wings made of clay, no
One would ever guess this fallen angel's far from faithful.

Can someone please explain?
The world has gone insane.
Where have our morals gone?
Near-extinct, dare I say?
The radio is filled,
With people of low skill,
That speak only of ***, power, hundred-dollar bills.
*** is everywhere,
None of it's subliminal.
No one even cares,
Self-respect is on a minimal.
Just look at bars and clubs,
The behavior there is criminal.
Women dressing up,
Dumbing themselves down.
Women dress like *****.
Guess that's the norm now.
But that shouldn't be the way,
Now don't you miss the days?
When we would compliment the cheeks on a woman's face?