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Nov 2018 · 129
Risky Gifting
Sketcher Nov 2018
No ***** left to give,
No love left to gift,
Unless its for drugs,
Cause we ain't no kids,
No more cause we aged,
Now we're all enraged,
Can't find any peace,
This is war we waged,
Teenage worlds risky,
Gin, ***, and whiskey,
Lean towards addiction,
***** *** feel frisky,
Never wanted ***,
As much as now next,
We gonna go down,
On the main subject.
Yet another freestyle rap recorded for the books.
Nov 2018 · 393
Creation of Anagram Poem
Sketcher Nov 2018
Find a word,
Of inward,
Origin and
Ordaining,
Hidden meaning,
He imagined,
A land of peace,
Of cleaned,
Out souls,
So lust,
Is gone,
Ego sin,
No more,
Omen.
Nov 2018 · 151
Three Gay Men
Sketcher Nov 2018
Three gay men were sleeping in a bed,
One got ***** and one gave head,
Momma was a *****, now she's dead,
No more parents, dads body in the shed.
Thanks Aeson.
Nov 2018 · 183
Anacreontic Freestyle Rap
Sketcher Nov 2018
Oh, at last,
I'm passed it,
Those feelings,
I trashed it,
I'm leaving,
Won't last it,
She's squealing,
I smashed it,
I'm bleeding,
From blast hit,
That **** hurt,
But I'm not done,
I ate dirt,
That wasn't fun,
Psyche, I spurt,
Out a **** ton,
Then she squirt,
But I'm her son,
I'm no pervert,
Now I'm done...

But I'm back,
Talking random,
I'm not black,
Yet I'm candid,
When my smack,
Becomes platinum,
There's a stack,
For the ransom,
Chill with hoodlums,
Always get caught,
That just bout' sums,
Up what happens not,
Throw **** together,
See if it works,
If it doesn't,
Keep it in still,
Cause it makes a mark.
An very random Anacreontic freestyle.
Nov 2018 · 258
If Death
Sketcher Nov 2018
If I died,
Would anyone care?
Turns the tides,
But this isn't rare.

If you died,
I would die myself,
Feelings hide,
High up on the shelf.

If he died,
Then I would be lost,
I would side,
With lazy exhaust.

If she died,
It was over me,
Alongside,
Her great lack of glee.

If they died,
Would I feel anguish?
I have tried,
Concern was vanquished.
Nov 2018 · 230
Accuracy
Sketcher Nov 2018
Roses can be any color,
Violets are not blue,
You are one dumb *******,
From this point of view.
Nov 2018 · 1.5k
Negative Allegory
Sketcher Nov 2018
There once was a boy that felt kind of strange,
Everyone knew that this boy was deranged,
Out of his mind and that would never change,
All thoughts of success were far out of range,
But one day this boy felt a new feeling,
Something that felt like his mind was healing,
This was the first thing he found appealing,
This was love but sadly she was stealing,
The spirit that the boy couldn't get back,
He felt peace during her silent attack,
Felt stomach to stomach and chest to rack,
Then the ***** threw him out and stole a stack,
Now the boy was broke and left heartbroken,
Felt pain like never before and choking,
On tears from the heart, **** from the colon,
That is his life and that is his slogan,
He soothes the pain with drinking and smoking,
Passes the time by thinking and hoping,
That the ***** will drown in blood and soaking,
In memories of every dire moment,
She was gilded, thought she was pure golden,
Now I hope you know to never open,
Up to people because they're all just fake,
Treat you like a vampire and drive a stake,
Straight through your heart and your love they will take,
As they watch you sit in anguish and ache,
Don't fall in love if you don't want heartbreak.
Sorry for the negative message, but my poetry prompt was, "Negative Allegory" so this is what I made. Enjoy!
Nov 2018 · 245
My Alright Plea
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sometimes are times like these, when things just feel alright,
Other times I feel breeze, kick up the dust I bite,
Although now seems just fine, I know what comes later,
Sadness will come due time, each time it gets greater,
Then I hope happiness, will come A-S-A-P,
Then all the sappiness, is taken out of me,
A constant back and forth, that's turmoil inside me,
From east, west, south, to north, I circulate my plea,
That is to love and care, for all friends and family,
Also to help and share, the pain and agony.
A neat little Alexandrine poem.
Nov 2018 · 392
Painful
Sketcher Nov 2018
Please, just go very far away,
And remember you create the pain,
In spite of your elating presence,
No, you don't make me feel pleasant,
Full of good memories from the past,
Untold tales that never did last,
Lying in yore while I hurt in the present aghast.
P
A
I
N
F
U
L
Nov 2018 · 126
Piece Of My Book
Sketcher Nov 2018
She is just so ******* confusing. I guess I just have to keep living life on normally and see what happens. I will be me. I will figure out how to play this chaotic game of life. I will carry this burden until I find someone else. Then I will carry their burden too because that’s the type of person that I am. When I love someone, I want them to be happy and I will do whatever it is in my power to make them happy. If the one I love doesn’t want to be with me and wants to be with that other guy (who I hear is a terrible person), then so be it. If she is happy, then everything is fine. That is the only thing that matters. I just hope that this rotten man won't be her downfall. I want her to know that if she is struck down by this man, I will always be here to support her in whatever way. I love you…
I took random pieces out of a book that I wrote.
Nov 2018 · 129
Why?
Sketcher Nov 2018
Why am I still unable to connect the dots,
Why do I have depressing thoughts,
Why must the ego cause the mind to go ablur,
Why do I always genuinely care for her,
Why won't I ever get drunk or ever get high,
Why, when I know it won't work, I continue to try,
Why do I lie in my poems about stupid ****,
Why won't I get a **** job or get a permit,
Why do I deal with a dumb step-dad and brother,
Why can I drop some things but then cling to others,
Why can't I find happiness in any passing day,
Why can't people say what they mean and mean what they say.
Why?
Nov 2018 · 730
Was, Am, Will
Sketcher Nov 2018
I was used as a temporary coping device.
I am trying not to be ignored, but also trying not to be seen as clingy.
I will continue feeling pain without changing anything and just see what happens.
Plans...
Nov 2018 · 109
Please Listen
Sketcher Nov 2018
I ask myself, "What's the point?",
Then end up rolling another joint,
Completely forgetting the question,
Never again to be mentioned,
Or brought up again ever,
These are the thoughts that must be severed,
Because thinking about it,
Makes me want to end it all, just quit,
So I sit and I stall in the pit,
Of loneliness under sedatives,
See me and say, "yeah, he kind of lives",
But obviously, I'm mostly dead,
A hunk of sad flesh that wants love instead,
Of more common necessities,
Dot your I's and cross your T's,
Hide the cries of impossibilities,
Fantasize over all the fantasies,
Climb to the highest point and feel the breeze,
That blows you off into the lake of fire,
In the lake there's many demons for hire,
They will sell you lies that are drugs and *****,
Feels at the top, but game over, you lose,
Still writhing at the bottom of the pit,
Dancing in blood and the phlegm of your spit,
You thought it made you rise but it didn't,
Still below it all and back to question,
"What's the point", lay down the bottle, rest gin,
Tuck it away, you're tucking it to sleep,
As you're woke again, you're back on your feet,
You talk about your problems to people,
Realize their solvable, you're feeble,
When it comes to talking about this stuff,
I want you to hear me, off with your muffs,
The abuse and pain, the love and the wealth,
Talking about this helped me understand myself,
As I continued to talk, the depressive thoughts fleeted,
Now I guess a good listener was all that I needed.
Nov 2018 · 378
8th Grade Fame?
Sketcher Nov 2018
Hearing sirens and sad music,
The worlds gone and I'm acoustic,
I live for the amusement,
Of getting picked then I refuse it,
Cause I'm the master of my own domain,
Cause I chose to ride on this ****** up train,
Which puts all of these messed up thoughts in my brain,
For you it's called life, for me it's called fame.
I wrote this poem in 8th grade. Surprised me that I've been writing poetry for four years now. I thought I knew it all and boy was I wrong.
Nov 2018 · 386
Abecedarian Answer
Sketcher Nov 2018
A
Big
Complication:
Dealing
Emotions
For
Great
Heaps
Inasmuch
Jea­lousy
Kicks
Low
Medially
Now
Over
Passion
Quickly
Running
Strands­
Triggering
Unexpected
Voices
X-Ray
Yields
Zest
Many different perceptions in this poem.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Actually feeling like death is better,
Better than letting her borrow my sweater,
Cold but she needs the warmth more and pleasure,
Doesn’t come easy when we’re talking Heather,
Endlessly flowing love has nowhere to go,
Fire and water that will burn and will flow,
Getting pain and repose all in one blow,
How do you regulate love? no one knows,
Infidelity fills the atmosphere,
Just like how the mug and all of your beer,
Kills you over time quickly drawing you near,
Little voices, the insanity premier,
More drugs to drown the drastic discomfort,
No way you know how much I have suffered,
Open the blinds but keep emotions covered,
Painfully black and white out the colors of,
Quirky emotions that fall off the shelf,
Remind yourself that nobody can help,
So you end up understanding that the self,
Tortures you and you can’t blame anyone else,
Under pressure and stress twenty-four seven,
Violence seeping out pores till’ I’m deafened,
Woke-wise so I won’t make it to heaven,
Xenophobe so no change cause depression,
Yields surprising results in the face of,
Zipped up introverts in the place of poets.
My first ABC poem.
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
The First and Final Day
Sketcher Nov 2018
I ran like I said I would,
Something I never thought could,
Possibly happen to someone like me,
A depressed sailor that is lost at sea,
It's mid-day, but it's so cold,
Out in this dumb tale untold,
My mom has probably called the police,
And tried to put my sisters minds at ease,
By telling them some white lie,
So they don't worry and cry,
Probably tried calling all of my friends,
Which might just cause a reaction which sends,
Their parents out to find me,
This is realistically,
The current outcome of this sad, sad day,
Maybe I am also lost in my ways,
Just like my eldest sister,
Gives two *****, but I still missed her,
When she was at the mental hospital,
Doesn't have a way to cope, like riddles,
Poems, playing music or just listening,
Acts ******, but wants to grow up and sing,
Then there is the step-brother and father,
A couple ***** I try to not bother,
With even though I have to live with them,
Living is ******* bile, mucus, and phlegm,
All mixed into one "delicious" dessert,
Continue eating but it ******* hurts,
As I'm freezing in the cold and writing,
I think I realized the lie I'm fighting,
Maybe I'm trying to see who still cares,
Mainly the girl in all of my nightmares,
I dream of her at least once every night,
Nothing scary either, never a fright,
Dreams of fairly normal activities,
No matter what it is, puts me at ease,
Because her presence is what I care for,
That's how I know it's love deep in my core,
Boiling for someone who doesn't love me,
At least that is how I've come to perceive,
The relationship between me and her,
A lovely ***** that is obsessed with fur,
Sometimes I like to see how long I can,
Go on in a poem without the mention,
Of heartbreak or the heartbreaker, Heather,
As fierce as a lion, yet a feather,
Something delicate, couldn't hurt a soul,
But could tear a heart and let em' just roll,
On with life and never mention a thing,
Like there was nothing there, like it don't sting,
I guess I failed and I mentioned her name,
I am the only person that's to blame,
I might just attempt round two tomorrow,
Meanwhile, leave me to drown in my sorrow.
Wrote this during my first and last day of running away.
Nov 2018 · 280
Running Away
Sketcher Nov 2018
My mind is infested with negative thoughts,
I have been bested by what I’ve come across,
A lying ***** that ******* left me to die,
But here you are probably questioning why,
A “kid” is dealing with problems such as these,
Sadly, I have been taught the birds and the bees,
How to love another, so the other loved me,
She took me in and definitely had me pleased,
Out of the blue, she kicked me to the curb,
Cause to her, love is nothing but a verb,
It’s a feeling that you do not mess with,
Or you get stuck in a mindset like this,
Yes, heartbreak is the most painful agony,
Next to the death of someone in your family,
It’s not her fault though,
It was my own hormonal mindset,
Now I am below,
A healthy level so I’m a threat,
To myself and I think I need a break,
I do not know how long this pause will take,
I explain my feelings in a collection of poetry,
Not just heartbreak but for the future I am in no hurry,
The two biggest things that cause my silent depression,
Things that I would rather not talk about or mention,
The future and heartbreak aren’t easy to deal with now,
Thanks for enjoying me, I will take my final bow,
I have decided to run,
Life isn’t fun,
Neither is the one,
That stole my love,
And left this hole,
I must raise above,
What she stole,
I’m not sure how,
This is possible,
But I vow,
I’ll find something plausible…
Stepson…
Find a gun…
Hurts a ton…
This isn’t fun…
On the run…
I’m done…
Probably just might.
Nov 2018 · 144
Sometimes
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sometimes I feel like I'm completely passed it all,
Sometimes I stare out the window and watch rain fall,
Sometimes I listen to John Denver and sometimes Lil Peep,
Sometimes the pain is so awful I can not fall sleep,
Sometimes I talk about the very first time I fell in love,
Sometimes I talk about emotions and how they're disposed of,
Sometimes I realize that I am still falling,
Not asleep, but into silent dread, appalling,
Sometimes this silent dread is love and sometimes it's the future,
Sometimes I love life, but usually wish death would come sooner.
I fell in love. I'm still falling. The one I fell for isn't there to catch me. I guess I'll be falling for a while.
Nov 2018 · 255
Waiting For Breakfast...
Sketcher Nov 2018
The smell of butter, the taste of flour,
Children will mutter for half an hour,
Until everyone's food arrives,
Mouths full and away with the cries,
Of chattering people and loud music,
Eating is the only language fluent.
Made this while waiting for breakfast... Also, I know the last line doesn't make sense. That's the point.
Nov 2018 · 155
I Remember
Sketcher Nov 2018
I remember the day I came to meet you for the first time in early August,
I remember being invited back at least once every week for two and a half months,
I remember the special look you gave me and what it meant,
I remember how you sought human contact around me and how you acted henceforth,
I remember the awkward sliding beneath my legs and how it became a norm,
I remember the unrelenting clinginess that I so desired,
I remember you grabbing me by the arm and taking me somewhere nobody could find us,
I remember the moistness of your lips against mine,
I remember the full weight of your body on mine as you nestled against me,
I remember the regret you felt,
I remember the regret i felt once I perceived your shame,
I remember the persistent, yet subtle avoidance,
And I still come across your circumvention resulting in mass amounts of pain to this day.
My first poem (48th poem ever) that doesn't involve any rhyming.
Nov 2018 · 114
Tell Me
Sketcher Nov 2018
Tell me we should be hanging out more,
Then slash my heart like you're settling a score,
Tell me I'm one of your only friends,
Then avoid me and make it a common trend,
Tell me that we are one in the same,
Then play with my love like it's some sort of game,
Tell me to wrap my arms around you,
Push me away and go on to someone new,
Tell me that I am cute and kiss me,
Multiple times, then reject me and diss me,
Tell me that you would **** on my bed,
Love me in ways that get you stuck in my head,
Tell me that you don't want to hurt me,
Then do all of these things and then desert me,
Heart decays and my body is corroded, you honestly make me wish i was dead,
Nowadays, if I'm not being avoided, the most I get is a pat on the head,
You already knew what you were going to do and how I would react,
You still went through with your plan to make me blue and decided to attack.
All things were actually said and done.
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
Her Perspective
Sketcher Nov 2018
"What a little ******* *****,
He’ll never come cross a chick,
That will wanna **** his ****,
So why the hell does he think,
My mouth gonna be his kink,
Imma let him drown and sink,
In his vast tide of loneliness,
**** his wavy-haired holiness,
Just there to steal his coziness,
Nah *****, **** the harmonious,
And **** humans, they’re odious,
Leave em’ rotting in moldiness,
Let em’ express their emotions,
And question all of their notions,
Cause they’re all losers and broken,
Why not speak, you’re all unspoken,
But let’s not cause a commotion,
Cause I think now we’re approaching,
The part where I tell you something,
When music had the bass bumping,
And mons push and our lips touching,
And to your **** blood was rushing,
I was high, think you’re disgusting,
******* *****, please become nothing."

Although the things that I said are probably not true,
I'm just seeing the worst outcome from her point of view,
Now I'm going off with my old friends and my new crew,
Starting a rap group called Dugtrio, gonna make our debut.
Thinking of the worst possible outcome.
Nov 2018 · 134
Just A Haiku
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sitting here alone,
Feeling the pain of heartbreak,
As I write some poems.
Just a good ol' 5-7-5.
Nov 2018 · 220
Invisible
Sketcher Nov 2018
I wish I was invisible,
I could easily hide away,
This has to be a miracle,
A wish that will come true someday.

Sure, there are people that want to see me,
But they are just few less than a dozen,
I wish I could remove the debris cause,
The one who I want to see me, doesn’t.

She used to see me quite clearly,
Back when I think and hope she cared,
Back when there was intimacy,
When I held her when she was scared.

I will cover up with fake emotion,
Until I can finally realize,
That there are many fish in the ocean,
Fish that are venomous sharks I despise.
Even though there are more fish in the sea, most of them are toxic.
Nov 2018 · 324
You Wait
Sketcher Nov 2018
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you because you sit and wait,
For another man that poisons you and even deflates,
Any chance of learning love in a positive way,
You know this already, but you still play his game,
As I am out preaching, he is butchering your name,
I think it's about time you knock him out of the frame,
All he's brought in the past is depression and shame,
I have to sit in sadness while he calls you babe,
My love is depleting, this does not feel great,
For some reason, your presence forever elates,
Still something on my chest when I'm around you, it's weight,
Tryna' keep my distance but not completely go away,
My feelings are dulling quickly, turning from white to gray,
My life portrays the perfect 'heart broken man' cliche,
My emotions were treated like some game you play.
I made this poem exactly two months after I made my poem, "I Wait". That was surprisingly completely unintentional, but worked perfectly.
Nov 2018 · 127
Genesis
Sketcher Nov 2018
My brain is falling down the ladder,
Feeling rain,
Into the hands of the kidnapper,
His name is Cain,
He's tired of this slacker,
That's yet to remain,
He's the attacker,
I hope that I'm able to figure it out,
Like a staple in my brain without a doubt,
Although its painful,
I must be stable throughout,
This life with no label,
One strike and I'm out.
My first poem that I ever attempted to create. Started creating poems when I was 16, January 15th, 2018. And I must say, naming my first poem Genesis was a great way to start my "poetry career".
Nov 2018 · 194
Inner Violence
Sketcher Nov 2018
I feel a mad rush of violence soar,
Throughout my veins and out my pores,
I feel things I know not what for,
A battle inside of myself to restore,
A stable mentality or else I'm done for,
My inner self is becoming a civil war,
This shall last forever no nevermore,
Bringing what's inside into the outdoor.
Nov 2018 · 519
Rapper
Sketcher Nov 2018
I'm basically a poet that likes to read fast,
I won't perform it unless I'm formally asked,
I'm finally devoted to the universal cast,
I could leave if I was promoted but that would come last.
Nov 2018 · 163
Internet War
Sketcher Nov 2018
Raging on the internet about things that don't matter,
Trying to get mingled into the great party chatter,
Who's on the other side a chef or karate master,
Whoever it is no it won't end with hearty laughter,
About to blow up the web ending up in disaster,
Typing keys fingers on fire but I need to type faster,
I'll pound on this board until my bones end up all shattered,
You're about to see what I've prepared on this bare platter,
I sit down at a dinner table but that's all after,
I step back to real life into this polluted pasture,
But what the heck's wrong; probably the under-cooked batter,
Everything is wrong because everything can be cancer,
Planting anger to your heart cause' I'm a feeling planter,
Flip over the table and pull out a rusty dagger,
Stab it in your brain pull out mainframe cause I'm a hacker,
You've tried to run away but i stuck you with a tracker,
Did I really leave or am I back at the adapter,
It's been whole entire hours and I still haven't even scampered,
What is real and important I don't know I've been fractured,
I better call my wife over for my meal and ask her,
When was the last time we went... wait I'm alone and sadder,
The computer ****** me away there goes my real stature,
I fall on my hands to the ground to clutter and clamber,
Head first into a wall but I ain't no Green Bay Packer,
I'm knocked out fast put in hospital then I remember,
She told me computer or her but I gave no answer,
I need to talk to her not in this setting or manner,
Quick pain followed by a flatline I've sadly been captured.
Nov 2018 · 395
Winter Break
Sketcher Nov 2018
I can't wait for winter break,
Too much work and my brain aches,
Could just stop that's all it takes,
But I'm doing this for their sake,
Learn things for tests no mistakes,
Relate fingers to great lakes,
Superior till' I break,
To Michigan that's the stakes,
Get her on to take the cake,
Ontario has the steak,
More eerie than poison snakes,
To remember words and shapes,
That's what's done rewind the tapes.
Nov 2018 · 241
Faults
Sketcher Nov 2018
The fault-finder finds faults in paradise,
It's about time that we all realize,
The outer is a reflection of in,
If you find faults; it's your own problem then.
Nov 2018 · 182
Died During Arrest
Sketcher Nov 2018
You see them together,
You wish she had it better,
But he treats her like cold weather,
Tryna' avoid her altogether,
But she's so clingy,
Because that's the only man she wants,
But his feelings are mini,
And you hate his nonchalance,
You need her to understand,
That you would be a better man,
And that you're her biggest fan,
But then she began,
To see herself as ugly,
No attention from her boyfriend,
This **** ain't funny,
So you buy her a puppy,
But then you're unlucky,
Before you give it to her,
She takes her own life,
Sliced her vein with a knife,
In the night,
Feelings ignite,
And you feel like you might,
Scream and fight,
Her boyfriend but you're polite,
But at the same time you're dynamite,
The boyfriend is just wide eyed for a second,
When he hears the news but then he's beckoned,
Over to another girl then politeness concludes,
Your body goes numb,
Your brain gets dumb,
Eyes fade out everyone,
Except for the one,
Who has killed your precious,
You take something out of the crevice,
Of the jacket that you possess,
You take out a knife time to transgress,
You stab it into his stupid flesh,
That let her die and you continue to press,
For some reason you still don't feel success,
You still feel the anger followed by stress,
You pass out and wake up to a red light,
Then it's blue and your blinded cause its so bright,
Covered in blood boy that's a sight,
To the police they though you died,
Now you want to you even tried,
To **** yourself cause there's no reason to live,
Your girl is dead and you just killed a kid,
The police stop you before you have a chance,
Man you wouldn't believe the circumstance,
Out of your blurry vision,
You see her standing there with him,
The man you just stabbed,
On a table all wrapped,
Hugging on his mother and dad,
Now you're confused and you don't understand,
You thought she had died you thought she was bagged,
You must've heard news about the wrong person *******,
As you're hauled off to jail,
Your face turns pail,
Your off on a trail,
Where feelings curtail,
Now there's no chance to prevail,
As you exhale you feel that's your final breath,
You successfully stabbed yourself right in the chest,
Your worries have finally been put to rest,
You will surely be Satan's next guest,
On you're grave it says, "Died During Arrest".
Nov 2018 · 135
Love?
Sketcher Nov 2018
Why does nobody love me?
Why does nobody care?
When I call out for help,
Nobody is there.

Why does nobody love me?
When I cry out in fear,
Through echoes in my voice,
Through salt in my tears.

Why does nobody love me?
When its so obvious,
That I'm dying inside,
-To The Audience-
The first four lines randomly came to me. Maybe my subconscious is speaking, but I doubt it. After the first four lines, I decided to add on. This was the outcome. Enjoy! (Created in 4 Minutes)
Nov 2018 · 192
Advance Through Life
Sketcher Nov 2018
People can try,
Then they can fail,
When people die,
They will turn pale,
The higher you climb,
The harder it hails,
Words fill my rhyme,
Wind fills my sails.
Nov 2018 · 234
Life Goals
Sketcher Nov 2018
People burst of fake emotion,
Isn't that a simple notion,
Even though it seems quite pure,
For their disease there is no cure,
Yet the disease is blind to itself,
There is only one way to gain help,
Awaken in one of three ways,
Practice one for the rest of your days,
Elevate the mind; body; or spirit,
Through this you will need much perseverance,
Crank the wheel of determination,
Silence the mind through meditation,
Leave behind the dying flesh that reeks,
Strengthen the body through physical feats,
You are the universe; the universe is math,
Raise the spirit by walking the path.
Nov 2018 · 182
Black
Sketcher Nov 2018
I go home to an empty room,
And stare at the white wall,
Reminds me of the recess kids,
That pick on me when we play ball,
Waking up to eternal doom,
Then out of bed I crawl,
There's just way to many stresses,
So I just hide away and stall,
Eventually school starts way to soon,
Feeling worthless and small,
Always having second guesses,
It's just a constant inner brawl.
I'm white...
Nov 2018 · 211
I'm Not Gay
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sorry if this letter makes you feel gray,
I'm happy that I can make someone's day,
I'm not into the way you like to sway,
We can be brothers but bro, I'm not gay.
I have always been the one to obey,
Morales were developed by my padre,
Religion from Monday until Sunday,
Suddenly he became a divorcee,
Ever since then I've been asexual,
Hopefully my words are effectual,
I hope my response is consensual,
I hope that this poem was effectual.
I'm not asexual. I'm gray ace.
Nov 2018 · 189
Happy Anger
Sketcher Nov 2018
What makes me mad,
To see my dad,
Choose escape over me,
Next thing you know,
You see them go,
Smoking another tree.

Getting drunk,
Cause your life stunk,
So depression is the key,
To getting high,
To say goodbye,
To escape reality.

All in all,
I just stall,
And wait for the days to pass,
Multitudes,
That's a mood,
Until I finally crash.

But I am happy,
The world is sappy,
I hope I can escape,
Not through all the drugs,
Through laughter and hugs,
The truth is what I'll take.

Fake happiness fills the air,
Decide to take charge and care,
Of your reality day by day,
May joy and happiness come your way.
Nov 2018 · 265
Grateful and Heedless
Sketcher Nov 2018
I'm grateful,
Something bad,
Like all the wisdom,
I never had.

I'm heedless,
No more time,
To make them understand,
Through the rhyme,

I'm heedless,
Blurt them out,
All the sacred teachings,
What their about:

God like a cancer grows.
Upon the thought of what he knows,
Above Nirvana yet below,
Wherever nothing tends to go.
A crying child in the snow,
A speeding car quickly slows,
A smiling woman in meadows,
The emotions I shall bestow.
Nov 2018 · 365
Pass The Time
Sketcher Nov 2018
Wake up with an empty mind,
Finding ways to pass the time,
Breakfast as I write my rhyme,
These days I feel sublime cuz,
I do what my father does,
Minus smoke and feel the buzz,
I hope I never do drugs,
I'll leave that to the thugs bro,
I'd rather practice judo,
No basket but I free throw,
While I practice my combo,
Ukemi and Kappo moves,
Just perfect technique will prove,
I'll continue to improve,
I have just decided you've,
Started feeling the groove and,
I want to start my own band,
I get lost in a dreamland,
Keep going cause nothing is planned,
The words appear on command,
Life stings like a strong backhand,
One that I can't withstand for,
My life I see upon shore,
Slowly sinking, no mentor,
All I have is my vigour,
No emotion or valour,
I left that at the back door,
Now my mind is at war with,
Itself and it's not empty,
There's no way to pass the time,
I'm throwing up spaghetti,
Thinking about future chimes,
The thoughts that make me sweaty,
Like reading between the lines,
Creates stuff that's too heavy,
.........
I'm not ready,
.........
I'm unsteady,
.........
But they keep nagging at me,
They think that they have the key,
Please open your eyes and see,
I've solved this reality,
Just like on giant puzzle,
That was just waiting to crack,
Blowing off my mouth muzzle,
Sorry, there's no holding back,
The future is rather scary,
The present is quite merry,
The past is gone,
.........
No need to look there,
Memories we share,
Really nothing rare,
Please just live on,
.........
No not on a prayer,
In the present where,
Some people will stare,
Into reality aware,
Feeling all the energy flare,
Into their good dreams or nightmares,
Pass the time,
I'm open,
Catch,
Then rewind,
The emotion,
Patch,
Like Broadway with one actor,
It is the prime factor,
He feeds himself very quick,
Gaining more weight wide and thick,
.........
I hope you can see what I'm desperately trying to say,
We do not live separately, but instead as one big play,
I open the gates to truth, now walk through the entryway,
Welcome to Gnosis, I hope you have a fantastic day.
Nov 2018 · 147
Future
Sketcher Nov 2018
Stuck in the future,
When I should be here,
Trying to nurture,
Never ending fear,
My parents,
My job,
All of my goals,
My merits,
I'm robbed,
Then pay the toll,
I wanna play piano or create my own twitch crew,
When it comes to my life I have no idea what to do,
I want to press some buttons, play chords, and maybe strum strings,
A musician, a speedrunner, and many other things,
It takes five whole minutes for these words to come to me,
I want rhythm and rhyme to come more naturally.
Nov 2018 · 93
I Love You
Sketcher Nov 2018
I love you,
I just don't know how to show it,
Just one chance,
I really don't want to blow it,
Every time,
I hang out with you,
I just think,
****, she's just too cute,
When you're here,
In my house and nowhere beside me,
That's when we're,
Sharing a missed opportunity,
Sometimes I'm mad at myself,
Because I can't express my love,
I want you and no one else,
Forever just raising above,
Things that will try to hold us back,
But going at a comfortable pace,
So the relationship won't crack.
.........
Honestly, love pains me,
And I don't know why,
I'm removing debris,
From my love-blind eyes,
Honestly, love fills me with joy,
And makes my love for you more intense,
Let's just be a girl and a boy,
Who can create love,
And can show the love,
At our own dispense,
Honestly, I just want you to be happy,
That's the biggest goal,
I am depressed when you're feeling unhappy,
Sadness will parch you,
Happiness feeds the soul.
Nov 2018 · 112
Social Anxiety
Sketcher Nov 2018
I'm not hungry, I'm hurting,
This isn't nonsense I'm spurting,
Eye contact is averting,
My body is reverting back,
Into my organic shell,
When they begin to scream and yell,
I must've went off and fell,
Down the deep hole that leads to hell,
Where demons tend to dwell and,
All of the events smell fishy,
You're either high or tipsy,
You go from itchy to dizzy,
Couldn't see you were tricky,
The atmosphere is Misty or,
I just won't open my eyes,
If I do then I'll see some guys,
That stab me and hear my cries,
Then I wake as my ego dies,
I can see through your lies now,
Now my vision is all clear up,
Please stop, just slow down, hold up,
There's no need for you to speed up,
At this pace you will blow up,
You're too far ahead, back up, stop,
My girl don't dance to my bop,
But she is one I cannot drop,
Although my love is nonstop,
I can't direct it to a spot,
Love is the root of my depression,
Creates joy as well as aggression,
Mainly sadness because suppression,
Of having a physical session,
Definitely to my discretion,
Obviously there's no possession,
I need love to be my expression,
If my body is the impression,
Then all my heart is in secession,
This will be my final confession,
Though might be beyond comprehension.
Nov 2018 · 147
How To Make A Happy Poem
Sketcher Nov 2018
I have never known how to make a happy poem,
I wear my sad cap over my depression dome,
So all I blurt out is sad crap all day,
But now I am trying to change my ways,
Talking about sunshine, rainbows, and cats,
Unicorns dancing with big funny hats,
Canines, children, religion, and some good music,
Dolphins orchestrating fish that are acoustic,
Dr. Seuss knew how to do this poem right,
He brought forth the day and banished the night,
So I'll stop talking about dark ravens of fear,
My brain is powered by depression gears,
So I stop using my head and use my heart instead,
I will continue poems until this body is dead,
In everything I do, the best I strive to be,
I'll be this way for the rest of my life, you'll see.
Nov 2018 · 172
Lost and Broken
Sketcher Nov 2018
Met them with no tears,
But I need to see them more,
First time in ten years,
We're all broken to the core,
That makes four of us,
We have to stick together,
That's just it, we must,
We need to make things better,
I love them deeply,
And it's always been that way,
Couldn't see freely,
Just one hundred miles away,
They say the past is in the past,
But the past can not be erased,
That's why I wear this mental cast,
And swallow this metallic taste.
Met my mom and little sister for the first time in ten years. Also met my little brother for the first time.
Nov 2018 · 197
Go Figure
Sketcher Nov 2018
I figured out why I have depression,
I figured this is what I should mention,
I get depressed when others feel down,
Whether they're yellow, white, red, or brown,
I feel as if I need to make them happy,
When I'm around them I start to feel sappy,
Even if they cover up with fake emotion,
I still show them my special kind of devotion,
There is only three things I should've said,
That come from everything I sweat and bled,
I love you,
Nov 2018 · 115
I Struck Guts
Sketcher Nov 2018
Love,
Oh, It's a funny thing,
That makes my stomach ache,
And makes my heart sing,
And makes me feel like a peasant,
And sometimes a king,
It can be pleasant,
And it can sting,
It's a present,
It's a blessing,
But when I'm not present with the present,
Then i feel i tripped a string,
Like leaving heaven which has no pleasance,
Like messing with a wedding ring.
Influenced by Bo Burnham's "I **** *****".
Nov 2018 · 168
Do You Mind
Sketcher Nov 2018
Oh, I was thinking about killing myself,
Do you mind,
And putting my feelings up on a shelf,
And your blind,
When it comes to literally anyone else,
Let's rewind,
Back to before my heart would regularly melt,
I was fine,
But what's different from what I feel and I felt,
It's bout' time,
I unlock my brain and see what's locked in the vault,
It's not my fault,
But I need to blame someone for this mental assault.

So I'm pulled to the broken,
Because the fixed are just fine,
When these words are spoken,
My mental health declines,
Now I think I'm approaching,
The end of the line.
Nov 2018 · 298
Don't Break
Sketcher Nov 2018
When the hug has lost all feeling,
When the kiss has lost all touch,
When 'I Love You' lost all meaning,
When emotions are just too much,
When the smile is clearly broken,
When the laugh is clearly fake,
Please accept my devotion,
Before you actually break.
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