What's the difference between me and you?
I'm human just the same as you
I'm confused because I don't know what to do
so what's the difference between me and you?

Is it my music that sets me apart from the pack
Is it my shoe choice of converse as opposed to Jordan's that gives your speech an audible catch
is it my proper diction that's got your head spinning checking your facts?

or is it the fact that I'm not what you think of when you hear the word black?

What's weird?
I don't understand  the concept
I thought it was paramount to be yourself
I thought it would be normal to be your own creature
Even if doing that didn't necessarily equate to obtaining massive wealth
Please explain to me what being weird is?

I thought being an individual person was how we stopped being cookie cutter humans like we were put together on an assembly line
It's fine that we are different and split apart


So what's weird about that?

This honestly could be a series
About what the eyes, the windows to the soul
Simply cannot see.
They aren't able to register someone feeling like they're falling apart
Or someone like me who can't seem to bring it together
But it's whatever.
The eyes can't see years of name calling throughout school to cackling laughter
Feeling alone and wondering if you can get yourself
And some rope up to the gym rafters
I'll have you know that the eyes are pricelessly important organs needed for our everyday lives
But sometimes, sometimes i do wish we as a society could see

What our eyes simply cannot see.

What To do
what to do
My mind is feeling blue

what to do
what to do
I don't want anybody but you

what to do
what to do
you said you wanted to be alone so I wasn't talking to you

what to do
what to do
I surely am missing you

what to do
what to do
I'm trying, but I can't get thru to you

what to do
what to do
I want to be an us, a me and you

What To do
what to do
I just wanna hold you

what to do
what to do
you know how I feel about you....

what can I do?

When you hurt me you didn't just turn me down
You left me feeling like a faceless clown,
you took my confidence to hell
buried it right beside my pride, how swell!
my ****** side? yeah that died with my dreams
You didn't just hurt me, you tore my heart apart at the seams.

But... yet....

What you took from me could never be replaced
So I went into the deepest recesses of my heart and soul and forged new items to stand in that unoccupied space
It took a lot of time
most of that spent putting my pain into rhyme
I had to go through hell to really appreciate it when I get to heaven

So thank you for stealing, because I just got new models in and more coming at 7
So now I only have these final words to say to you

Roses are red,
violets not blue
you must think I'm stupid,
if I decided to return to you

Roses Are red
a deep crimson hue,
I heard about someone getting deported to outer Mongolia
you should follow suit.

Roses are red,
spinach stalks green
you may be wondering,
why this poem is so mean

Well at the risk of sounding cliche,
it's inspired by an ex of mine,
what more can I say?

I'd leave if I ever met someone worth leaving for,
I'd leave this hole if I didn't have to hide what was on my mind all the time
I'd leave if someone made me believe I'm worth the effort
I'd leave if I could stop expecting pain if I develop feelings
Translation, I'll leave this hole for something with some meaning

I'll leave here if I can meet someone that can quiet
all the nervous doubts twitches and tics that go on in my brain
if someone would accept me and leave my heart intact
I'd walk out of this hole with no question, no looking back

but since this hasn't happened and I doubt it ever will
I'm not leaving my hole so I won't have another void to fill

Erasing the page
Of my final days
You may be dismayed
Or shocked at this display
Of emotion and regret
I'll be long gone when you understand this, I expect

I don't want you to regret
But I need you to forget
The tears that may fall
When the sun takes its final curtain call
When the ears can't hear and the mouth, the fragile mouth has said it all

See, even from death my writings can't be absolved
But I invite you dear friend, to watch me dissolve
So what do you think they'll say about us
When I'm gone?

When I'm happy
Nothing can go too bad
It's like I've got sunshine all wrapped up
In a brown paper bag

But when I'm down
I feel broken into splinters and pieces
Of **** that's not even worthy of the lowliest of dung beetles

It's a weird emotional map for me
Everyday either a rising hill or yet another deep valley
But I've cruised through both, not through
Perseverance but through faith
It wasn't easy believing, but that and my family helped keep me straight

When I say I love you just know that I mean it
My heart became a coupon that you redeemed its crazy how I've gone all the way over the cheesy moon for you
I knew better exsisted, I didn't know it'd be you.

When I say I'm not giving up I will not rest I'm not gonna let my first real love in sometime go I guess you're stuck with me like I am with you
I go so crazy without I don't know what to do

When I say your beautiful it's like I'm describing a work of art
Your body drunkens my eyes while you cast a spell on my heart
I hope and pray that we never part
I met the woman of my dreams
and over I don't wanna start

I met this girl not too long ago
bit what I loved about her most was the gold in her soul
She wasn't a church girl, she did have a past
but I didn't care because her future was where my mind was at
So she went back home but we did stay in touch
we laughed and joked, but over time I developed a crush
it wasn't based in lust, not love but somewhere in between
it seemed like it was perfect, at least to me
so I got my nerve up, and told her how I felt
how I would try to give her the moon and stars and the asteroids as a belt
She said she was glad I confessed to her my feelings
but she was talking to someone else, I was hurt but figured I could keep on dealing

Then one day her and the other break up
I played crying shoulder again because I knew they couldn't make up
can't you see I wanted your heart and not what's between your legs
so I held on and rocked with her, opting to wait it out again,
I told her I still had feelings for her, and that I was going to be happy either way
she wasn't waiting on anybody I could understand that, but crying shoulder I'd no longer play,
so I stopped talking to her, and aimed to cut her off

but I miss her.. I think I'm going soft.

I swear my mind goes into some strange places
Especially when I know I'm not feeling aces
Just When I'm alone I get to overthinking my life
I mean stressing over things that really aren't my problem
I keep stressing over someone else's burdens, wondering how I can solve them

It's strange that I let my brain get not enraged but engaged with others pain
It's like I'm outside with an umbrella and it's sunny but I just have to find someone's rain
It's driving me insane because I don't like overthinking
Things that aren't my concern but it burns
for me to learn that my musings weren't correct...

it's Things like this that make remember my earlier says as a reject

When summer comes
I hope the sun shines bright
I hope I have lazy days out and with friends long memorable nights

I wish for finally breaking my self crafted mold
I don't want to die old crusty and alone
I hope I can find the boldness that only hot weather and small bikinis can bring

When summer comes to Chicago
I hope my city can act right
With another Stanley Cup  (hopefully!) To celebrate, I hope my summer is bright

When you called me last night
you sounded really hot
when you called me with that sultry voice
all my troubles I forgot
I heard your voice thru the telephone
my god how I wished you were right here
but at least you can hear what you do to me
how crazy you get me
how ***** I get when the thought of you comes up
how badly I want to drink from your cup
how I want to spread you wide and give it to you until I bust
how I want you in every single position
how I may be a ****** but I know my way around your body
oh my god I love it when you get bossy
how loud we get, I hope we don't wake up the neighbors
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.;)

When you get home,
I hope you know
I've noticed you've been stressed out lately
I intend to correct that posthaste

I've got your favorite on the table
waiting for you to eat up
I said no to hanging with my guys
so tonight my attention is all yours

I laid roses out for you
remember? Like our first date?
I hope you think of that night
with every step you take

I put on some music
lit the candles that you love so much
those weird minty ones I think
I just want you relaxed tonight, right before we make love

I hope you liked those pics I sent
I know you like when I model for you
just know that all of this is waiting for my queen to take her throne
all for you, when you get home

what's crazy
is that when you look at me
my mind goes into overdrive
and I imagine every single fantasy

us on the beach together,
Me and you laid out on the sand
I grab your waist and kiss you
while you guide my wandering hand

I slowly kiss and caress your neck
biting softly and holding you close
I feel you running your hands up my back
assisting me in getting out of my clothes

the bonfire we had has long since died out
but another one starts within
our passion and lust blazing bright
as you command me inside, within.

We both ****** simultaneously
almost as if instantaneously
we knew when our bodies could take no more
it's like my mind is an open door
when you look at me with those deep eyes
I become lustfully hypnotized

So my friend asked me, where her prince was?
To which i responded in kind with my own question
Where's my princess?
Cause this has been keeping me up like ******, you see all this madness life throws is hard to wade through like cialis
With no one at my side to help pick me up when it gets rough
Alone with no one to share your secrets and to hold through laughter and tears, someone i can rely on to face my family friends and even a jury of my peers

So i ask again, where's my princess?

The brightest days
Are after the heaviest rains
The greatest pleasures
Are after the greatest pains

The funniest laughs
Follow the most passionate tears
True moments of courage
Follow the deepest fears

Life's funny, you know?
When it's dark and suddenly good comes to the light
One thing that I'm proud to show
Is that I made it through the wilderness, and I'm feeling all right

The greatest love
Comes from the deepest heartbreak
The greatest trust
Derives from the bite of the harshest snake

The wisest people
Were forged by the dumbest mistakes
And the greatest leaders
Know what it means to hold that place

These are just observations
From a poetic inclined mind
I know many works are like this
But this one is special, for its mine

Where will I go
I just don't know
I'm in a pretty dark place
In my own mental space
It's strange to me
Most definitely
How can I explain
This invisible pain
Self doubt is a crippling
Burden that has rippling
Effects on the mind
I've tried to leave it behind
And refocus on the daily grind
I don't have a job
I keep getting cracked like a ****
I feel like a decadent slob
But I must go on
A brighter day will come it won't be long.
So where will I go
I just don't know
I might end up anywhere,
Maybe Mexico
But when I find
My peace of mind
I'll keep it for the end of time.

I spent days trying to write this down
It took me awhile, believe me
It was constantly haunting the space beneath my skull's crown

I've been whispering a prayer
For this absorbed anxiousness to finally come to a screaming end
Hoping and wishing to finally see what's behind my life's next bend

I'm whispering a prayer
To finally understand what some of these thoughts and dreams I can't explain to anybody

I'm whispering a prayer
For everybody that's gone in a senseless
Flurry of bloodshed
May those spirits find peace in their final rest

The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets

The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.

Well I write poetry and post
It
I capture feelings in flows and yes I know this
But who am I?
Is NeroameeAlucard another persona I created?
Or me... The real me trying to escape it's mental containment?
I'm having a crises involving my self forged identities
it's alien to me to try to just be myself
when hiding behind my masks forged on feelings
But having to face the world without a mask?
that would be like Majora not having wrath

anybody got a map
so I can find who I'm looking for
seriously I've been trying to find her
but she's about as lost as Stevie Wonder in a grocery store.

I just want someone I can show off to the world and still keep our business in private
someone I can take to my parents and say
she's my pride and joy and she makes me smile each day

I mean, I'm the kind of guy that'll go get you candy if your on that womanly business
Need a rub down? okay turn to where it itches,

you want candy? tell me what kind you like the most
headache bothering you? I'll lick you until it goes away like an ungracious host

you walk to me crying? Who am I beating up today
want a kiss in front of everybody? you got it I don't give a crap about what they say,

yes I'm a nice guy or at least I try
and yes we still exist.
but can I just find someone that I can show my softer side...
can I find someone that's not going to destroy my time?

I don't know why this popped into my head
Don't blame me I'm just doing what my pencil said
Every meadow in life I seem to reach is dead,

Why?

Why do my personality quirks have to be ironed out?
Why is all the stuff I like considered ******* and tossed out?
Why does everybody have an opinion about my life?

Why do you try Brandon what could you hope to gain?
I honestly don't know the answer to that question anymore
Mom I love you but there's only so much I'm able to endure

So you want to know why I spend so much time with dad?
It's because he never judged me for quirks and flaws that I have
We do things we mutually have an interest in
Whether it's going to be guitar shops or staying and chilling like villains

You mean well, I know but you always force your ideas of perfection down my throat
With no time to digest them my personality chokes
And I hate that I become so liberated
When over the weekend you and I are separated
It hurts me to even write this, honestly it does

Me not wanting to do something to you is like an affront to the above,
I do believe in God, you've known that for all my days,
Do I not express my faith enough to you?
Would that brighten your days?
Well ill end this now, and possibly go cry,
I'm not sure what caused this rift, or better yet why
But I love you mom, just let me be me.
Whether it's showing up to church on a Wednesday evening,
Or playing guitar wearing my gloves and jeans

So one day a girl asked me what has poetry done for you lately I mean it's just words on a page and even then it only barely manages to engage or enrage what can something that sits on a page do for Me?

After taking in her question I replied to her that these words on this page aren't intended to enrage but to inspire and create feelings within us all that we can display our feelings and thoughts without being judged and without fear if getting caught or shot is not because we think we're better than you we just express our love and pain, our sunshine and rain with words, yes its true!

Let me start off with a story that's pretty easy to tell

Boy Meets Girl
Boy and girl talk
Boy and girl become friends
Girl is already dating someone but it's fine
Girl gets heartbroken
Boy sticks by her and cheers her up
Girl is thankful for support
Boy develops crush
Boy is confused, he has feelings but doesn't want to hurt the friendship
Boy finally decides to tell girl how he feels
Girl responds with "I like you but not like that"
Boy, naturally hurt, decides to stay around, thinking he'll have a chance with her.
Girl dates another guy.. gets heartbroken
Boy plays crying shoulder again
The cycle repeats himself
Boy finally gives up on girl and moves on.
Boy Meets another girl, Girl he had crush on realizes that he would've been husband material had she seen it
Boy and girl never speak, wondering what would've been.

So ladies take a small lesson from this story
If you're looking for someone to appreciate all your glory
If you want someone to appreciate the happiness in your space
most of the time, what you're looking for
is right in front of your face.

You could tell a story with just five notes
a novel in a bent string
it wasn't the way Lucille spoke
but rather how you made her sing.

Heaven just got a little more bluesier
I bet it sounds great up there,
the sky is crying like Elmore said
sitting, talking, playing the blues without a care

He sang the blues because it's what he knew
not just because he was feeling blue
but telling stories that come from the soul
does more for most
like telling a life's story, with just three notes
So rest easy uncle, I hope to see you one day again.
say hello to Jimi, Stevie Ray and Sid Barrett,
Because they're up there with you my friend

Rest In Peace to the king of the blues, B.B. King

Because it would take two dictionaries to tell my story

Some may want to know
why I chose to dig this hole
I'll do my best to explain
I hope this won't sound to strange

breathe

I dug this hole for myself
to shelter me from finding someone else
I already have been hurt many times before
because life is a test of both what you can love and endure

so rather than actively seek things out
I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth
I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see
so many people finding who makes their heart complete.

So thanks life for ******* me over
thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya
thank you much for stripping me of
pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love

So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay
I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!"
Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed
in the heart like it's a practice dummy

and I think it's funny that I was so stupid
to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams

Let's run down the list
I'm not saying everyone's gonna go through this
but I'm giving up on dating I literally said ***** this
I'd rather die alone in a coffin than get my heart stomped on again like a dogs tail when he's taking a ****

let's start with the simplicity because almost all my relationships ended bitterly
with one exception but that's beyond mention
Now on to reason two because people have always tried to modify what makes me me
I can't decide if it was always my fault I have flaws I know we all do but that doesn't give someone the right to change me you sick *****.

anyway to reason 3 because I don't really believe in me
I'm insecure as all crap and its like someone or something always manages to take the Mickey out of me
whether it's getting crushed by a crush or falling for someone in a rush
my hearts broken probably beyond repair
so forgive me if I'm love impaired

It's not that I like being alone
wait scratch that... let me try again
It's not that I like being on my own
crap! Okay one more time, harder, like MC Ren.

I don't like people, it's as simple as that
I do have friends of them I don't lack
I guess it's a symptom of being played and hurt
I walked into the world naive, now I'm an expert

at getting stabbed in the back and getting pushed around
I grew stronger tougher but also more cold
I guess I may have been young but mentally old

So if you ask why I'm so quiet, don't think I never explained
I've fallen in with a great crowd, so maybe this way I won't remain

Now you may be thinking
Nero? why are you attacking TV?
why can't you let it go, let ratchetry be ratchetry?
well I'll tell you in this well planned verse
I hate reality tv, go ahead, get the hate mail out and curse.
I hate reality TV because it isn't reality
just a bunch of talentless people fighting, setting impossible standards didn't speak to me
now if the show is a competition then I'll let it slide
at least you have to have a skill and not just be easy on the eyes
But love and hip hop, Mob and Basketball Wives
should really be dead by now, I'm really surprised
that they've lasted this long what's wrong can you see they're about as smart as a rotted log or a concussed king Kong?

That's right, I'll never have kids
Not that I don't love children
But I don't wanna raise them, it's not my biz
So never will my J-zz spill into a woman's ******
That's such a hard word to rhyme... Uhh

Anyway let me get back to the point before you guys think I've been smoking a joint
I'll never have children for one simple reason
I'm epileptic, you see so it stands within that
I'll have seizure after seizure until my lifeline is flat

So I could never put any seed of mine through that
The Worry the anxiety, I couldn't do my children like that
So that's why to this day
I'll never have kids, that's what I say

So we met in a bookstore the other day
little did we know, we'd be seeing a bit more than grey
I walked into the ****** section, to buy the kama sutra
I bumped into you and our eyes locked for a moment, I swore that it was somewhere before I knew ya

You said that the book was getting you wet
I said "don't worry I think I can manage that without breaking a sweat,
intrigued we found a hidden spot in the store
And not too soon all that was heard was
**** YES! GIVE ME MORE!!!

So we had a fling right next to a bookshelf
we could've waited until we went to your place but we couldn't control ourselves
I guess as students of anatomy we need no help
That bookstore wasn't the same, considering what was on the shelf
;)

Why is it that as a black man
I'm automatically supposed to date only the ladies with melatonin in their bodies when I'm lonely?

why is it that both ladies and fellas can be shallow jerks
but if a guy says I like curvy women or skinny women it's offensive
but if the ladies like tall or short guys it's simply a preference or a quirk?

why is it that society is plagued with double standards
why is it that I'm a target because I'm Brown skinned?
Why is it no one can be truly happy?
Why do people get off on being ******?

Why is it that if it rains and it's sunny the devil is beating his wife
Why is it that when I'm listening to music in the zone people accuse me of missing out on life?

Why is it that by 35 I have to settle down, have kids and a wife?
Why is it that I'm excited to be older than I was but not truly prepared for life?

Society is weird like that, but that's a solid inspiration to write
Because all of our ills won't be solved
Unless we ask the question why

Okay here goes.

A lot of people ask why I put my pen to the page
Put my heart into words that don't inspire or engage
Well I write because I know I haven't had the perfect life
And I know others out there can attest to that tonight
But to get to the point I picked up my pen
I was the tender young age of 3 years plus 10
I had a crush on a girl, and it was killing me inside
I couldn't take it anymore, my feelings I could no longer hide
I finally got my nerve, and told her how I felt
I didn't know the rough hand I'd be dealt.
I got teased relentlessly, with no qualms on the matter
my heart was ripped out, against the floor I felt it splatter,
ever since I've found it hard to open up,
except through these words I've found solace and as such
I dedicated my pen to those kids that ever got picked on or hurt
NeroameeAlucard did it, you can drag your name from the dirt

Whether it's poetry from the streets or the stuff written in limericks on parchment sheets there's no denying that when a poetic Homosapien sets the mind to rhyming our brain patterns are odd because we use our pens to stitch up and heal our scars because we are poets. Our minds don't function like the rest of the world and in this verse it kept me from ending up in the back of a hearse whether by my own doing or because of this world's curse

But if course I care about the people that have influenced or helped me to become better, Midnight Writer I'm not just vintage I adapt to all weather, Miss Hillzy and Reamer, Queen, Aurora, Joana Ashby Drsjoke and blue star♥ Antipodean Product I love you guys and I hope page abuse carries us far

and from hello poetry Wolf Spirit, lady death and many many others I love all of you from the bottom of my twisted heart I hope that our union of words shall never break apart.

See, I really didn't wanna do this.
idve left this alone and let it die
if you didn't keep perusing and prodding this petty *******
Look, I made an honest mistake
and apologized thinking that would be more than enough
now you've angered me and I won't let your affront go unanswered you blithering cxnt.

see you're my family and it breaks my heart to have to tear you apart with my personal form of artistic expression did I mention that there is such a thing as being too sarcastic you spastic ***** with a head clearly made of boron and all the appeal of a goron

I wish you were here
With me
Spiritually
Physically
Mentally
I just wish you were here
Naked emotionally
Baring your soul along with mine
I wish you were here
So beautiful
So divine
I wish you were here
So you could be mine

Every day is the same
I feel lower than a slave
I did everything right
Went to school despite
It wasting my money and time
Earned 3 degrees
I can't get anywhere in my field,
And i knew it wouldn't come with ease
Hard work doesn't pay off
That statements false like the profits
Of Bernie Madoff
You made off with my money, and time
I can't get back
So now I'm working out of my mother's basement
Because of the funds i lack
I didn't rest on my laurels,
I do have a job, but it's nowhere near worth my mettle
Rejection is a part of the process
But
If you're qualified for the position then wouldn't you get it?
Or is that just the decision of bosses,
You know the yes men that don't say anything
To contest them
I'd like to address them
I know it's not easy being higher up in command
But Common decency and respect isn't a guideline, it's a demand.

Sitting in my home
The power hasn't gone dead
I'm writing in a storm
Letting the wind carry thoughts from my heart
Up the spine down to my pen

Thoughts like... You and I snuggled together our bodies United against the cold or more accurately, me sitting on this couch alone, playing a video game that's old

Or wondering what it would be like if Zelda went cyberpunk or if banjo kazooie was an rpg,
Or if pokemon was a platformer, these weird daydreams interest me

if I told you that you have the looks of a Da Vinci painting
that your skin was soft as the canvas on which he was Raining his ideas
what would you do?

If I told you that your curvaceous body was vivid in its design
that being around me as you are, and not playing a role to try to please was just fine
if I wanted to tell the whole **** world you were mine... what would you do?

If I said that your hair sat like a little trophy
that every time I kiss your cheeks I love when they get all rosy
that your lips are soft and warming
like coffee early in the morning
what would you do?

if I said... that I'm falling hard for you
that I haven't like this in forever because it's true
that I've been hurt before
and I swear my heart just keeps on yearning for more...

what would you do?

I know I'm nothing, to you and to me
In fact if you did an X-ray you'd probably find a tombstone in my cold and dead chest cavity
I have tried resting but I can't do that reliably
Because my brain, while my most valuable ***** is sometimes, if not almost all the time 
My biggest liability
My inability to remember is very hard to forget
Forged in foggiest messes is maybe where my head is currently set
I'd go to my own world but I'd be driven mad by being alone
I don't know what to do and what to look for in my own zone...

Relationships are all about balance
Being the yin to a yang
The subtle base to someone's loud twang
And while balance is crucial behind those doors
Why do people like to castrate the love someone else managed to create, just because the couples nationalities aren't yours?

They're not too good to date someone that happens to share their skin
But they found someone that makes them happy as a lark without and within
So really... is happiness an unforgivable sin?

You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe

You ain't gotta lie all we have to do is chill out and vibe sit around smoke an L lay back listen to music I'm allergic to ******* come at me with it I split like a banana I know that's random but I'm proving a point you don't have to lie to get in the joint


You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe


You ain't gotta lie mom's said there'll be days when you question everything in your head she said those were the days when you find out who's gonna be real and ride with you until you're dead life ain't all about chasing that cake and making bread we're all gonna be in the same grave six feet deep permanently asleep so you don't gotta flex like a young dude about to have ***

You ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta try so hard
You don't have to flex to impress me
Be real and cool and maybe we'll vibe

You ain't gotta lie I can't talk to a mattress I'd rather speak in a surreality to a canvas plant this seed in the soil of your mind
That all the loudest cans are the emptiest inside so that same logic applies to all of humankind

You are what you are
no bypassing the issue
And if you force change on someone
the issue is you

we all were created to be something
from the addicts to the presidents
for those that may be wondering
hopeless nerds and the awkward
are who I represent

Me? I'm a hardened cynical writing fiend
inking and abusing pages like schoolly D when he asked, P.S.K. what does it mean
you won't find this engrossing
as I'm prone to bouts of vicious self loathing

You? well clearly you must like what I write
I personally don't see why but hey that's alright
but then you always are your own worst critic
So even though I may think I'm dumber than a post tied to a box of rocks
you may see something different

Bottom line is, we all are something unique and strange
because of this humans should try to engage
the idea of being loving and not war hungry ******
because who know how long we have until the final curtain call
And when the author's pen makes that last click

You can't love me i
Know this feeling all too well
When the heart reaches

Out for someone so
Perfect in your clouded eyes
That you'll do what they

Say in a heartbeat
But love is a drug and
You were my rehab place

So i know that you
Can't love me at all, 'cause
In my heart there is

No space for myself
Let alone someone else so
You cannot love me,

No
Way

Shine On You Crazy Diamond
reflect the lost purity in us all
Shine your bent light upon our damaged souls
Shine until we overload

i saw a rainbow in a diamond once
reflecting the colors underneath the sun
it was a truly haunting and beautiful sight

it spoke to me, it said, always keep shining, in brightest day
and in the blackest nights,
let no evil, hatred, love or hope ever escape your sight.

So shine on you crazy diamonds. shine on

Now normally I'm not one to criticize but those who use what I say against me may die
You *****, you low down hypocrite you were the one who encouraged me to pick up my pen again and make words and rhymes blend, now every time I have emotions and put them to the page you get enraged when I ask for feedback you act like every single time I spill ink you think I'm writing about you **** no you're not worth the brain space but I can tell you in this place this poem is about you I doubt you can understand why it hurts pouring these words from my pen and hand because you got me off of my self imposed island you warmed up the cold heart of BRANDON but now that voice in the back of his head Nero has to rise from the dead and blast ya *** I hoped and prayed that it wouldn't be you of all people I have to lyrically slay but it's like **** with Dre day and everybody's celebrating now I'm gonna release all that dirt like I'm ******* my ego is deflating my rage inflating I'm thru with your *** you keep degrading me every time I come to you vulnerable I get stabbed in the back **** that you can eat my asscrack before I even think about inboxing you back