an unpardonable aberration
in possession of an adrenalized
dynamism of energy
which emerges
like that of the dirt on my face
but cannot hide
the strangulation of my hair
nor the red that fires my fingers
nor the desire or physical location
of my marvellous sexuality
or the ink that bleeds from my nose
when the excitement of creation
reaches its unmonitored theft  
of psychophysical *******
of writing upon the page
those elusive words that once written
become an imagined ****** fantasy
blurred but cannot be retained
for the words must be free
free to be the poem, to be themselves
to be ourselves

I will die.

In order to authentically die, you must live authentically. Some live so casually that death is not their end. They fade. They leave. Death must be an honor, not a fate.

My life will be proof in my death.

I loved my family first. I allowed them to continually conquer my heart and time. My affections were used on them and not the things my coffin refuses to contain.

The opportunities we are granted will be on our last breath. Confirming we were successful at taking them, or full of regret and bitterness.

There is no need for resolutions or bucket lists. Today is my life. I plan to make it count. God and I are the only mathematicians to this equation.

Our life is amplified by our death.

If an artist wants to make money, they best thing they can do is die. (Jackson, Shakur, Leonardo, Twain, Lewis, etc.)

I am not particularly excited for death. I am not morbid. But if I have to go through it, I’ll make my life worth it.

i dont know what I'M doing
im so lost in this world
in my mind
i feel like SCREAMING out
                                                             ­    "i cant do this"
but no one would hear what comes OUT
they pay me no mind
BUT i go on
                                                              ­            fighting
i chant in my head                                 "i can do this"
                                endlessly
i act like NOTHING is wrong
everyone is deceived
we all go along our everyday activities
                                                   "im doing it"
but IS it going to last much longer
i don't know
i still scream everyday                        silently
                        ­                        but                                      ­                                                                 ­  yet again
not                                   one                                  noise
is HEARD
                                 im done
i give up


                                                            ­               goodbye

"Thought" of you today,
Woke up and found myself wiping the silly choices out my face.
Everybody messes up..can't you relate?
Even if I think your perfect each and everyway...each and every space with the decisions you make.
Like the one when you called bae...sometimes that's the only thing that lifts my day...
Thought of you today...
Even if I'm your ex
L.o.l
Smily face

Hi how r u
I want u 2 no that
I want u 2 feel

I want 2 lay down 4 u
A thousand beautiful dreams
Of angel suns
Revolving in the heady twilight
Like orbs in a palm

For all the LOLs and ROFLs
This is no jk,
These are dusk zones in eternities

Green and black screen
Does me no justice
Breaks my fingers
And numbs my toes

I’ll brb in morning
To kiss you goodnight
In a tomorrow that
Will wrench yourself from yourself

Because YOLO is wrong.
You will live forever (YWLF.)

Talk too much
Think too much
How do I write a poem

It's cold in here
My ears are ringing
They're always ringing

Why do I treat my phone like a child
I feel like I'm on a boat
My head is floating back and forth

the mannequin ax
and Ptolemy tax
the spiraling hang-sling salutes

the left of the just
and the tackiest rusts
that lazily now pass for roots

don't hit me with nots
the velveteen clots
you want me, i need you, please leave

from chaos i'm born
with an evergreen scorn
may death find me with empty up-sleeves