I think im nostalgic for life
Through music
And books
Because i havent lived
A day of my life

No one really lives
In this town

And i think im poetic
Because im homeless
But i live in a house
But im not
Im not poetic
Im just a brat

Do you remember laying in the grass,
staring up at the sky, chasing the clouds,
Daydreaming about growing up?
I always wanted to change the world,
Do something amazing,
Make an impact,
Leave a legacy.
The sky was not even the limit,
We could go to mars if we so wanted.
These childish fantasies,
I wish I could have them back.
I would give anything for the innocence
I once had before I was so disillusioned by the world.

What about all thoes times you ran your hand through my hair?
now I have to act like I don't care.
blunt and dark
a rock in my heart.

Through pity parties and costume parties
fond memories are all I hold

Sadness fades like morning dew
Fading with Sunshine
So softly they flew.
Flew through heaven,
Flew through dust
Staining their color like rust.
Dark and grey
They turned to rain.
Only to settle deep in drains.
They sat and they thought.
And they moped quite a lot.
They missed their early few (years)
They where not morning dew.
Not fresh and new.
But tears
Stained by dust and rust.

Then sunshine came to meet them.
Through metal bars so cold.

Then they flew.
Flew through heaven,
Bold and new.
The wet on your tongue.
A breath through a lung.
A baby's first rain.
*They flew without pain.

myaddiction

I'm addicted to love.
And
I'm addicted to blond hair.
And
the color blue.
and
I'm addicted to the smell of smoke.
And
I'm addicted to the way I feel around you.
And
I'm addicted to green eyes.
And
Im addicted to sunshine.
And
warmth.
I'm addicted to sadness.
And
I'm addicted to hiding.

But most of all.

*I'm addicted to being alone.

I am so cold
I am so numb
I am so old
I am so young
I am so empty
I am so done
I am so scared
I am so dead

forget about me
but don't forget about me
because if you forget me
i'll die
i'm like tinkerbell
if you stop believing in me
i'll die
if you forget about me
i'll die
but i want you to forget about me
so i can have peace
and try to forget about you
you need to get out of my head
please
i can't evict you
i don't have that kind of strength
so i need you to remove yourself
i need you to metaphorically die
so i know you won't come back to life
like you've been doing
stay dead
stay away
stop making me fall apart
every time you say
                                                                ­     **hello

Why do we ignore all these spoken words?

We've had
poets,
rappers,
artists,
and actors
tell us as
it were.

Now I, myself, have spit one or two verse
and I need to let you know  I will be heard.*

You call for a social media blackout and
there they sit thinking, " How absurd!"

But when it comes down to it
what do you do when there is
no reaction* to your tear-filled  words?

Is it because we have adapted to being so passive,
when there's ****, murders, lynchings, and theft
we just take it in passing?

Or is it because we can look the other way,
when the hands of a white man
take the life of a different ethnicity away?

Is it in relation to power?
We close our eyes
and pray.
But where is the action
for justice in this final hour?

What is it that you do to help this land?
Other than observe and comment snidely
on your fellow man?

It is no tragedy for a loss of life?
While you ponder your "newsfeed"
via social media
via your Iphone
via your wifi
....
Consider the point when you lost touch with real life.