Clearing my throat
So I can find new words to throw out
My ammo is running out
They've turned into foam darts
Now I don't want to speak
Not because I'm timid and week
But I have had enough of this mickey mouse crap this week

You're a work of art
I can hear your heartbeat from here
Even when you make no noise
I can still hear the water falling deligently
When it's a freezing storm
You're what keeps my heart warm
Don't listen to the others
I forgot to put tape on their mouths
We can tie them up together

it's kind of crazy how much my family has moved
Before we even gain momentum we lose our groove
We commonly hear gone so soon?
I'm just the dark side of the moon
Waiting for the millitary family gloom to cease

If we don't break the norm
Are we really writers?
Between characters I create and real life experiences
My mind never stops

They laughed at us while we walked away in dissapointment
We lost the game by a tremendous amount of points
But we came back a few years later
Erasing our past and making history
Making everyone supporting us proud
And lighting it up like fireworks
We aren't playing around anymore
You might have been victorious by intimidation before
But we don't lay down and die
You think you've already won but we got news for you
It's just the start
Take some notes while you still can.

Chasing the dream
Is harder than it seems
But i have more than one escape pods to jump into
Just in case the writing one fails and crashes into the wrong place
I have another Mount Everest to face
This time it won't untie my shoelaces
I'm ready to give everything i got
To make up all the time i fought
With the battles i was thrown
And the wars that were waged
Around me and within me
But most importantly
Never lose sight on what's most important to you
Because i promise you
Not everything you pursue will be a crash and burn
If you try hard enough and work with blood and sweat
You might even get lucky the first time
Raise those monkey bars you used in kindergarten
So you can set an example for the future generations
To make up their own destiny.

Men of authority
Women of authority
I forgot there was no difference
But they made a new problem
From the ground under
Because their sexism wouldn't end
And the ladies are getting the short end
And guys harass them offering them their short end
Voices in their head
Make the nightmares drop dead
They saw them as nothing but baby machines and housekeepers
I would protest for them day in and day out
But i think my voice would be much more suppressed if i lived in the fifties
But it would be worth the punishment
The more women that become leaders
The better if you ask me
The gender should never get in the way of the mission or task at hand
**Stop Creating Problems

I would like to thank all of my fans
In the department stores
Thanks for being there
It means a great deal.

What are you doing in there?
Why are you taking so long?
Please come out before I get terrified
I don't like total silence
Any of it
Just come out to let me know
You're okay

You felt like you're the best with BMWs and Lambos
On top of millions
But i stare into her eyes
And i see a paradise that I've never seen before
There's much more to life than money
And they can say there's much more to life than her
But I'll choose to ignore them
In my eyes, they're wrong
Now i know my fires have stagnated for so long
Each and every song i listen to
Keeps me sane when the outside world
Is losing their bolts over simpleton issues
Something far less complicated than me
I never knew she could grasp me mentally like this
But I'm okay with it honestly
God made it this way for a reason
To go against it is emotional treason

She can insult herself all she wants, but her protests won't stop me from convincing her about her true beauty. I know it's not the best idea to argue with a woman, and i hate every second of it, but i'm overly passionate i suppose.

A mind so brilliant
Genius that's consilient
Everyone thought he'd die but he was resilient
But he crafted a legacy that's so transilient
It's almost impossible to match
These hateful comments that he achieved nothing and will go to hell
Don't worry, stay in your thatch
Nobody will remember you there
Nobody will hear your blares
You crafted your own mare
In the name of struggle
Take a deeper look into the mirror after your mouthwash guggle
And tell me what you have accomplished
People won't have time for you're always angry or complaining

In his words he couldn't omit
But he found a way to transmit
Across all ears and minds
Perishing on Einstein's birthday
Such a Genius is hard to find
We'll never be able to replace him
Our race didn't deserve a Man like him
The day felt much more grim
Without his brilliance flying out of the whim

As i grew up, so did my problems.

One more strike in this at bat
Corkscrew nailed into your mindset
But they forgot to double check the bolts
And now they're coming undone
Out of the coffin to come back and take what is theirs
Get ready for the flag to be more than a symbol
Because we don't find wars cleanly

What makes a Man?

Does he share his dignity with the world?

Let it be known,
that wisdom is to be shown,
when a hero stands on his own,
he fights no battles he fights the wars,
from the desert wasteland to the water that pours,
he shows no hesitation,
but yet there is an instigation.

His eyes fill themselves with fury,
waiting to be ignited,
with red shades to blue,
he has nothing to say but vengeance,
welcome to his mind and it's present,
he has a soul like the waxed crescent,
he fills the void with turbulence,
but ensures his mind like the reinsurance.


He has no weakness, maybe just his bleakness,
his thought hollow, his words too few,
there can't be nothing he can't go through.

He's the star of the Nebula.

Stuck in the desert
Stuck in the rut
Now I'm trying to gain moisture
In the revolting heat
It's hard as hell
I can hear myself yell
As far as you can tell
My energy is far too vast to be depleted

I'm an artist?
I wish someone would of told me that earlier
I would of told the actual ones i was so they could laugh at me
I'm just a soul trying to improve on the ordinary lines that normally come out
I'm not your Prince bragging about being a King
I'm just the by passer that gives a thumb up to the man making his very own ring for his woman

Most is goodest
All is bestest
If you're a grammar ****
Than you should be a written paparazzi

We want labels to advance our musical careers
But we don't want labels upon us as people
A rock and a hard place for the most of us
In between Hell and Heaven
Is the fire going white now?
Because i'm losing my sight on it
Hopefully the visitors will return.

Your seas may he prestine
But mine were dumped endlessly
Polluted and disrespected
I hope somebody tries to clean it all up.

If doing things our way is wrong
than we'll be the vandals of this hollow land

I'll fall into the dust so i can recreate you in the sand,
you little angel

You are fragile, something i hold dear
I only want protection for you to be near

You can hold your own, there's no denying that
but the care must be there.

We're vandals in this hollow land
i don't expect them to understand.

You're the tree that has been growing
In my heart
I give you nourishment so you won't grow weak and die
I worship the grass that you grow from
Making my heart feel pure
Everything you do is a soft allure

People might ask:"Do you ever get tired of writing poems so much?"
My answer to that is: "Nahh"
They're too much fun to watch the ink flourish and watch the amount of written paper grow by the day
and that you took all your grievances away
At least for a short time
before you do it all again

My life is like those vintage cardboard props of movie characters
Where I just sit there
Looking pretty
And wonder when somebody will move me
Out of this window
It's getting dusty and I see cobwebs
Really guys this isn't a joke
Guys?

I don't have a degree on love, but i think you are in need of some.
Undergraduate or straight down the pyramid
You should no where to find me
No matter the position in my life
My humanity should overshadow status
If you're down for something tangible in emotion, you know where i am.
I don't play games, i leave those at Home and the field
I usually function alone but i definitely won't mind the dual wield
Combining into one consistent thought
Loosening the knots
That were placed there before
It's a challenge, but who knows what we can accomplish.

Some of those polite faces that ask if your daughter is here at the door
would take Satan's daughter to the back room if they could
Even Satan is at his limits there
There are lines that shouldn't be crossed and these people cross them
That's why us men are welcomed poorly from fathers at this age
It only makes sense.

No veo En Eso tiene el dedo anular
¿Estabas esperando por mí?

Smoothly shuddering, pleasure spurts.
Wonder relaxes relentlessly.
The pink woman drips conistently.
I think it's too enticing to resist
If you ask me honestly.

Our eyes to assent
Wanting to smell her great scent
Making bars bent

I'm your Red Oak tree
Climb on top of me.

Go swiftly forth with your radiance
As life is simply being yourself
If you're not happy, find a reason to be
It is to treason is to thee
It is mental demage to a certain degree
Go upon such a task
So you can hold life by the torch instead of ***** flask

Contrary to popular belief
I'm not crazy
Just positively documented crazy
I'm a poet, you know?
Maybe more, maybe less
That's something i'm willing to confess
And i like to shop for less
Maybe i can buy you a dress
It's not the dollars, it's the thoughts

So many desire endless drugs and women
I just see you as the only woman near my milky way
Don't let the spark go away
Always having to participate a parley
Looking for a smart way
To fight off the troubles at my beach

Millions of miles,
Burdened with all of life's criminal files,
But the overbearing tropes have shown no effect,
My willingness has caused no defect,
I have seen where the leaves have been left,
And now i know where i am in this *** of gold
That used to be bronze within the mantle,
I was on the monkey bar that had no handle,
But i found it when everyone else wasn't looking
The brigade of stallions looked over for a second
Eyeing the achievement i made that i did not think required attention
It feels like the crowning that sent invitations.

If i was here to make you happy
Then we should probably cancel this infomercial because you're never going to be convinced to enjoy my existence
It's in the way you speak
Trying to pillage the core
Make me feel weak
That's the best you got?
We're about to reach extra innings
Come to bat

When you light up somebody's poem
I guess it's going to be pretty lit

People say go ***** yourself
Who is this lady Yourself, you speak of?
I bet she's a pretty lovely person to be around.

She was a soft spoken lass
Who was dedicated in the arts and had a heart made out of pure brass
Sitting in a hard chair in class
She scribbled her name and waited for the time to pass
So she could make her move fast
At the right moment after class
The other girl got up to turn in her work when the bell rang
And she put the note on her desk
And zoomed out
Nervous as can be
The note said
"I'm a girl. Is it normal that I like girls.?"
She questioned its author and put it in her pocket, curious.
Little did she know it was someone she was next to everyday
But never acknolwedged her existence
She couldn't blame this girl's persistence
She scouted the school to search for this girl
Eventually she found out
And she thought it would be better to try to make this work
As love can't hurt

My feet will stay on the ground
My humbleness will not be gone in the lost and found
It'll still be there when I come around
I take pride in listening to the sound
Of what could be in the crowd
I'll read my thoughts out loud
So I no longer look like a bird who couldn't get out of the clouds
Deer caught in the headlights
That's me with my passion
That's the way it goes
No vibes of empowerment over others
Or vast superiority
Because I took out all the mental soroitys
And told them to shove it
And added new ones instead
Like a kool aid drink that used to be basic water
Same nourishment
Different taste

Have you ever seen those cartoons where a bullet goes through a ghost and it's this empty hole inside them?
That's how i feel when i go out without what i love the most for far too long
And i'm sitting here listening to the same old sad song
Have you ever wanted to be the other ghosts?
They're shells but they're not empty.

Paper machete
As evasive as hard confetti
Don't be upsetti
Have some sphagetti
Why don't you go steady with me already?
(Hold that thought, that's a terrible time to ask)
Zoning out?
I'm not zoning out

Most kids
Are afraid
To tell
Their parents
They're gay
But if they
Decided to
Come out
I'd say

"Why in the ******* did you tell me sooner?"

Shake what your Mother gave you,
Or stare down at your phone, that’s okay.

Attach encouraging words on the essays
Instead of job applications at fast food places

Even with the vastness of things to acquire
Closeness and trust
Skin to skin
Soft thrusts
No indication of lust
Leave those assumptions in the dust
I desire a touch
That'll keep me feeling optimistic
Knowing it's a returned feeling
To let go of the stress I constantly have
Instead of lashing out
Let me make you sweat
And go all over the room
Hoping to make you finish soon
I care about that more then my own pleasure
I want to be proud of my work
Not only on paper
But with spreaded bed sheets and pillows on the floor
Bed cover coming off
And a spring with a shortened life span
I'll do the best I can
To keep that beautiful smile on your face
I want to be the reason you don't worry your place
With clothes, food and necessities
I can cope without the others if needed
But definitely not you
My one and only necessity
My whole destiny
To give you all my promises
That's the only way I'll ever feel content
My beautiful convent
Ready to commit to my Sunday service

When i write
The one hundred word essay
Becomes a thousand within a blink
Holy crap, how am i supposed to shorten this and not decline artistic quality?

The simplest things stress me out