11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.

1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.

And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.

How Come You Can't See What I See ?
You Know That Dream Where We're Happy With Kids, Or We're Young , Wild , And Together.
How Come You Can't Feel What I Feel ?
You Know That Feeling Where Every Time You See Me And Your Heart Freeze , And When You Touch Me It Metls .
How Come You Don't Want Me How I Want You ?
You Know When You Want Me As Much As I Want You , Or Even Want Me More .
How Come You Can't Just Love Me Like You Love Your Basketball ?
Oh How I Love You

Everything I thought I'd ever be
Everything I thought I'd ever do
Means nothing to me,
Compared to a reality with you.

TVs didn't raise us.

You admitted the reason for all that appearance,
is because you feel you have nothing to give.

President Obama told America he's just an actor.

America could quit putting their faith, stock, and money into other people and calling them celebrities.

Anyone influential read my poetry.

My poetry made you realize you ARE that influential person reading my poetry.

Everyone got on the "I'm a spirit with a body" truth.

Everyone realized none of us know what we're doing and we're just making it up.

We all took the sticks out of our ***** and stopped judging one another so much.

We forced parents to actually be parents when they conceive.

George Orwell saw modern day America.

You started paying attention to the signs.
You listened to your intuition.
You directed your life by your moral compass....
**YOU WOKE UP.