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Sketcher Nov 2018
Yet another someone else decides suicide is significant,
In some manner and mulls over the materiality and innocence,
That would wander away while pending the process,
Some scalpel, shotgun, or Saturday night special to scrap the stress,
Together till Doomsday take trifling tribes to the terminal trial,
The end is inevitable so make off the supplemental mile,
Suicide is not fun. Alliteration is.
Sketcher Oct 2018
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you so I just sit and wait,
As my emotions destroy me and my heart deflates,
Can't see you til we make plans or meet again by fate.
So I will do just that, I will play the waiting game,
Until I can see you and hold you and say your name,
Bad emotions will uprise when you're not in the frame,
Depression, despair, doubt, frustration, guilt, grief, and shame.
Can't wait until I see you again, I love you babe,
Young love is painful, but it's powerful and it's great,
I am all filled with sadness but your presence elates,
Love, it is a lovely, painful, unbearable weight.
Please promise me that you will never go away,
Until your dying breath when we're both old and gray,
Whether this thing we have is rare or it's cliche,
I hope you join me in life, this chaotic play.
Sketcher Oct 2018
Jack and Jill,
Wanted to ****,
Their father's other daughter,
She was brown,
And out of town,
So, they quickly planned her slaughter.

Just the thought,
Of her face brought,
My tears of hate to vapor,
Once she's dead,
I'll feel no dread,
I'll steal her will, that small paper.

I am Jack,
I will attack,
My dumb adopted sister,
In the night,
With my new knife,
Sure, I am considered bitter.

She walks in,
Penetrate skin,
With my sharp brandished weapon,
Blood pours out,
She doesn't shout,
Cause she's already in heaven.

Hid the body,
In the soggy,
Closet underneath the stairs,
People question,
My depression,
For my brown sister, no one cares.
Influenced by the popular nursery rhyme, "Jack and Jill".
JJ
Sketcher May 2020
JJ
Undeniably the greatest annoyance in my perceivable existence,
Someone take him by the arm cause he's gonna need some assistance,
When he figures out he can't resist this way I spit fire with supersonic consistence,
I would go full force on him, but his dad does that enough,
I'm talking 'bout when he gets beat with the belt, and the **** stuff,
He sits in his depression on his phone, waiting for a friend to holla,
Or when his dad leaves and he's all alone, he moans, getting licked on his **** by his dog Nala,
Eventually he meets up with his inferior faggoty friend who's hair is **** brown and reddish,
Then they be off ******* each other's toes cause his whole God awful *******,
I almost killed him once, on a four wheeler, driving full throttle,
He almost killed himself once, getting beat after taking a **** in a shampoo bottle,
His abuse complex with his dad isn't escapable,
So he attempts to take his anger out on the masses,
Although he was properly educated and capable,
In high school, he ended up taking four special ed classes,
In the special ed wing,
I'd catch him talking to some girls,
He called "pretty things",
And he took the hand of my world,
Yes, tried a hand at my girl,
So I took a right swing,
At his jaw and he swirled,
Back to his thotty boys,
And makeup-caked girls,
This bisexual *****,
Has another thing coming,
If he thinks he's *******,
For my ***,
Cause the only time I finish last in this world,
Is when I'm on top of MY girl, *******.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sitting here alone,
Feeling the pain of heartbreak,
As I write some poems.
Just a good ol' 5-7-5.
Sketcher Jun 2019
I did it. I made it! I got this far. The end of school, the beginning of a car, a job, a house, a family. My mom’s asking how did he graduate, but not proudly. She thought I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. I can’t understand what she saw in me, man. What gave her false hopes and negative dreams. What made her pull out her hair and tear at the seams. Through the binder reams, all homework was finished. All F’s diminished. My fears were the thinnest. I knew I would pass, but couldn’t prove it to her. She bought me a tutor to help with my future, but my obvious demise was coming all the sooner. No matter what, she saw me as a loser and kicked me out of the house so ******* abrupt. Just packed my bags and through out my stuff while I was away at some friends party. I could’ve argued with her, but honesty, I hardly cared for my own safety at this point. I was still rolling joints. Still hurting myself. Called up my friends and went with the twelfth plan on my list if I ever got kicked out by an unfair mighty fist. This plan was to sleep on a bench at a school. It was thirty degrees below my sense of cool and right now I just wanted to cry, and hug my baby and tell her goodbye. I wanted to leave this god awful world. What did I do wrong? Do I deserve my girl? As these thoughts were running through my head, my dad called me up and said, “Thank God you aren’t dead.” You can live with me, cause your mom is a ***** who only adores the cores of “scores” and obviously ignores yours. I ended up sleeping on the bench and four days later I’m still sleeping in my stench. No friends could house me and my dad didn’t care. My phone was dead and just my baby was aware of the horrible situation my mom put me in, so she told me to come over, I knocked, said, “Let me in.” She opened her window and had me sneak in, I finally had shelter so of course I started sleepin’. I was caught a few hours later by her dad, who wasn’t mad, but actually glad she had taken in a stray. It almost seemed like I made her dads day. Her dad was gay and looked the other way. The only parent in the house didn’t care that I was there and he went to work later. He does special effects. Me and my baby stayed home all day and had ***. I always gotta switch it up at some point in my poems. Probably because my mind wanders and roams. I might get *****, cause I’m a super freak. Now I’m done with this one. Gotta go take a leak.
Sketcher Dec 2018
Can you hear me,
Through my words,
Can you learn from the bees,
That of the birds,
No?, then fly higher,
Yes?, then you're a liar,
One is common sense,
Not sense learned prior,
The other, you've lived,
You've danced in the fire,
Of experience and wisdom,
Not just knowledge anymore,
This, I would like you to acknowledge for,
It will serve you well someday,
When yet another test comes your way.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I've been passionate about our intimate sessions,
But you have been the catalyst to my depression,
Cause I was inadequate and you were my obsession,
You came to my door and opened without knocking,
There appeared a ***** that wouldn't stop talking,
I supplied a heart but my love you were robbing,
So get the **** out and drink your beer quicker,
Nobody wants your Rainier or your hard liquor,
Rot away faster than a queer in Iraq,
And by the way *****, don't ever come back.
ugh.... it takes too long to forget....................................................
LHI
Sketcher Jan 2019
LHI
Love:
          I found a person that I can't describe,
          I think she is perfect, she is my type,
          Never too somber and never too daft,
          She will talk and laugh and design and craft,
          Beautiful art all winter and summer,
          She understands pain and gives me comfort,
          Recently I've thought, "This can't be real life.",
          This is too good to be true, somethings not right.
Hate:
          I was correct, it's too good to be true,
          I can see past her beauty and UwU,
          And **** it all, she just acts like she cares,
          Now she is part of all of my nightmares,
          Does she want me or not, I'm so confused,
          I want to end it all, this is abuse,
          Mental abuse that I'll never forget,
          I hate her and wish that we never met.
Insanity:
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NAHBI111111111111¶1¶¶¶_1¶¶111¶111111­1I11I1
1FUCKI11111111111¶¶¶¶111¶¶¶¶111111111I11DIE
­GHAAA1111111111111KILL1IKILLYOU11I11TO_
_PLEASED­IE11111111111I111IDIE111I1DIE__
_QUICKLY11111111­1111IDIE111DIE1__
__1KILLME11111111TOSTOP111­¶¶___
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Hiding insanity to the best of my ability inside of my feelings which is nothing but heartache... distorted heart...
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.
Sketcher May 2020
She texted me...
Told me she was scared,
Said that the world was against her,
And life was unfair,
I asked why...
And if she was okay,
She said, "No,
I've been wearing a fake smile all day,,
Today was supposed to be my day,
But my parents started arguing,
Mainly about forgetting certain gifts,
At the Bargain Bin."
It was all down hill from there,
But I let her finish,
She told me her troubles and I said,
"I'll be there in a minute",
It took me an hour,
To drive to her house,
It took a while to get there,
Although I took the fastest route,
When I pulled in,
I was afraid I was too late,
For she had a history,
Of negative mental states,
But I walked into her house,
And then walked into her room,
And acted as the man,
That could see her darkness loom,
I picked her up of her bed,
And then gave her a hug,
Then put her back down,
And tucked her in snug,
I sat at the edge of her bed,
And listened with a smile,
As she talked and talked and talked,
For a very long while,
As the night went on,
A certain tension rose,
She asked for one last hug,
But then she held me close,
For longer than intended,
She didn't let me leave,
So I had laid by her side,
And we both fell asleep.
Sketcher Jun 2019
Losing you would be the end of me.
I couldn’t deal with that atrocity.
Sometimes I think you don’t understand, so I must find a way to reprimand.
I close myself off.
Anxiety fills me.
I ain’t making laws, but you think that these bills be controlling you.
Manipulation.
But I just want a simple stipulation.
An understanding of the sorts.
So I don’t have to feel this pain.
You’ll stop other painful activities when I ask.
But when it comes to smoking, I’m the one to blame.
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.
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)
Sketcher Oct 2018
You want to love, and you want to die,
You think you are above all the lies,
You can perceive with the greatest of eyes,
You know your path and you can't deny,
That your end is nearing, it's close by,
Today you will end it all, so you cry,
You put on a white suit and black tie,
You want to feel something one last time,
You take out a knife and cut deep in your thigh,
******, but ready to go off to school,
Leaving the knife, bringing a gun as your tool,
The scenery changed, and the weather is cool,
The colors all blend and the sounds interlude,
Your vision is blurry and gray like your mood,
You quickly notice that the barrel protrudes,
You hide it better before you are pursued,
By one of those stupid law keeping dudes,
That would destroy your destiny, how rude,
Entering school as an intelligent senior,
Always showing a quiet, somber demeanor,
Looking oddly fancy today, a lot cleaner,
Eyeing down some guys that look a whole lot meaner,
Waiting thirty minutes till' she arrives, you're eager,
To carry out your plan, you are today's grim reaper,
Sitting anxious at a table, a nervous creeper,
Ready to attack janitors or the grounds keeper,
Chattering and a message over the loud speaker,
All sounds blend together, the whispers and the shouts,
Waiting for what seems like ages, you have your doubts,
You think she might just not come to school and you pout,
While other kids show off their Gucci, Supreme clout,
See her walk in and your sweating, but sturdy and stout,
Your stomach is the famine, your mouth is the drought,
You walk up to her to show her what your about,
Thoughts can't be contemplated, and words can't be spout,
So, you press against her lips as you blow your brains out.
Sketcher Jul 2019
I can tell you’re feeling nervous,
I can feel it near your ******,
But you’re fine, you’re doing perfect,
I’d like to thank you for your service,
I am seven inches deep,
And I’m hurting you on purpose,
My **** puts you to sleep,
With the excitement of a circus,
I hit the spot, you make a peep,
I think that moan of yours is perfect,
You’re a snack, I’m a treat,
Today the lust is lurking.
Sketcher Feb 2019
I'm in love. It's that simple. I'm in love. I feel like I can rise above everything in my constant state of happiness, but then she leaves me and I'm sad in my other state of sappiness. I text her things while she's gone, trying to express how much I care. How I long for her body in my arms and her soft flowing hair in my fingers and how the scent still lingers from last nights *** caused by lovely teasing triggers and her asking, "What happens next?". I've been drawn in too deep and I don't want to leave, cause this love is not cheap and it's pretty easy to thieve. But I'm pretty sure this love is true and we both feel the same, cause I'm still feeling blue and I'm still feeling pain. I do understand love doesn't take this away. We'll still hurt in our anguish, we'll still writhe and we'll ache. We still have to take part in the chaotic piece of the play. So sing during your skit and everything will be okay. Play your part in life and don't forget your lines. You must endure the strife until your end of times. Until the credits roll and your names in shining lights. Read the script, understand your role, please be wise. Love is suffering when there's any length between, the two lovers loving from their heart loving machines. Like magnets must be in pain when they're that far apart, but still close enough to gravitate towards their red and silver hearts. We are magnets and that pull is our love, and this love isn't stagnant cause its flowing out my gloves when you hold my hands in the cold winter weather, showing me the love that I couldn't get from Heather. I'm sorry I just went there, but it was a rhyming opportunity, back then I couldn't think of anything except her and I in unity. That one way love that wasn't going anywhere, where she would only take and I would only share. But now I am happy most of the time, when I'm not with you then I'll continue with my rhymes. The two things that end up making me happy every single day, writing poetry when shes not here, and when she is, my girlfriend Aim.
Sketcher Jul 2019
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
Sketcher May 2020
Star struck, star luck, star power,
Stomp Goomba, stomp Koopa, stomp Bowser,
Eat shrooms and make 'em ******* cower,
And Luigi said it's over, you'll see us in an hour.
Me
Sketcher Jan 2019
Me
I am not this body.
This body is merely a vehicle.
Don't immediately judge me by this shell that I live throughout.
Judge me by the experiences that I give unto thee.
I'm feeling oddly philosophical today... No... I'm just feeling odd...
Sketcher Nov 2018
I understand pain can be found worldwide,
And pain can teach us things in life that can be applied,
To love and relationships alongside,
The fact that she has me feeling like Mr. Brightside,
What's the lesson I'm supposed to learn here,
To be strong, secure, solid, stable, and preserver,
I would rather trash feelings and disappear,
Getting right up and out of this putrid atmosphere,
Kiss me when you're high, love me when you're sober,
Reject me when you're sober, then crap, it's all over,
I can't portray reality like Donald Glover,
And I can't make you feel better in this month of October,
Getting with you would be like finding a four-leaf clover,
But I'll continue writing until I get a lot older.
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.
Sketcher Jun 2019
Hey, it’s been a while, nice to see yuh,
I didn’t think that due time I’d have to greet yuh,
It’s been three years, 2 months, and a day,
Now I’m feeling speechless and I don’t know what to say,
You came around the corner so ******* fast,
An immediate blow to the head and blast to the ***,
I wish you didn’t have the ***** to come back around,
I’d lost you for a while, but now you’ve been found,
Found under the influence, influenced underground,
Away from the police, so I pop at least a pound,
Of fentanyl, morphine, ******, and coke,
I mean, “Please don’t come for me, this is all a joke”,
If they ask if I want some, I always say nope,
Deadliest drug I ever did was dope,
I didn’t even use the **** **** to cope,
I hated the feeling and hated the smoke,
I used the stuff to sit a socialize,
And I despised my girl smoking with other guys,
I am selfish and constantly jealous,
She would be confused, sit me down and say “Tell us...”,
“Tell us why it pains you to see me this way”,
I said, “Girl, it’s destroying your lungs every day”,
So I stopped using and she kept going,
With guys and girls with or without knowing,
If she is safe and indoors or scared and outside,
Either way I’m worrying with fears like the tide,
Not as intense during day, but insane during night,
I was manipulative and stupid one day,
I asked her choose between smoking and me,
She made me cry and chose the ****,
So now I’m stuck up high in a tree,
Contemplating suicide and for some reason you’re here,
Meeting me again and telling all my fears,
That I’m a ***** and I dont deserve,
This life and it’s glory, man, you have the nerve,
That I had to ask the stupid question,
That ended it all and let’s not even mention,
That she was attracted to every other guy,
And said it was normal and constantly lied,
Depression is back, that is your name, right?,
Been a while old friend, I don’t think I’ll fight,
I’ll let you take over once again,
I think you and I could be pretty good friends.
Sketcher Apr 2019
My mind goes weak at the thought of you. I’ve only known you for a couple weeks so the broader view of this situation isn’t visible yet. I’ll give all possible love to offer you. Through blood and sweat and tears, my love. Attempting to remove our fears and rise above stupid **** that will try to hold us back. I’ll admit that I’ve been mentally attacked in the past by a ***** named Heather, so my trust issues sore higher than ever. Also, my confidence levels at rock bottom, but whatever. I’ve never found a good person, but I’ve sought em’ and you seem just like the type of uncommon person that’s willing to blossom into something amazing we don’t see very often, creating an awesome relationship... something I’ve never gotten, but been wanting. I really hope that we are more than just compatible. The thought that a guy like me can make you happy is magical. Since meeting up with you, I have truly been blessed. Now I fantasize and long for your head on my chest. I’m seeing clearly. I’m happy. I’m not love blind. I know that I love you throughout my heart and mind. I want to be there to cure your loneliness. You’ve actually removed all of my strife. Please continue to wriggle your way straight into my life. You’ve removed the darkness and showed me where the sun shines. Now I ask you the question:

“Will you be my Valentine?”
Created the day before Valentine’s Day for the girl of my dreams...

She said, “yes”...

I couldn’t be any luckier of a guy...

Love-Wise
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!
Sketcher Dec 2018
She asked me, "On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love me?"

I told her, "My love can't simply be labeled by a number. That isn't because it's non-existent. That's because it's never-ending."
Just a thought...
Sketcher Nov 2018
I have no plans for after high school,
And man, I've got no fuel,
Sitting round' the house lazy,
Imma' end up in a whirlpool,
Letting the tide take me,
Letting the bride break me,
Letting the pride wake me,
Letting the guide make me,
The tide carries me to danger zones,
In this water, there's too many stones,
And all these crazy hormones,
Tryna' take me to ladies' moans,
Tryna' get me stuck and distract me,
Making me a schmuck avoiding reality,
I've been struck with insanity,
I'll let these waters pull me through humanity,
And now we're onto the bride,
That chooses not to abide,
By the law of love and life,
Which clearly states the following,
"Don't go out on dates for love you're just borrowing.",
Because there's no way to give it back,
That would just leave a hole or a crack,
In the heart of the one you stole from,
Leaving them broken, hurting or numb,
And then the pride tries to take over,
But I never let it get closer,
To my control panel,
Cause it would mess up the channel,
That my life is playing on,
From Saudi Arabia to the Amazon,
Worldwide, we all let the guide make us,
But don't let it take over, it'll break us,
It's the system, it's a down,
It's Hillsong, it's Chris Brown,
It's anything that can be imagined,
And anything that can't,
It could even be a dragon,
It could be an eggplant,
It grows on our thoughts,
So, we're all at a loss,
Because we won't stop thinking,
And we won't stop blinking,
And we won't stop drinking,
And we won't stop sinking,
In this well that we're digging,
But we still keep grinning,
And my eyes are stinging,
And my ears keep ringing,
Because something keeps on trying to tell me,
How to escape reality when I'm ready,
But I'm blind and I'm deaf,
And my mind is a chef,
That cooks up these thoughts,
That brings me fantasies,
Things that I'd rather not,
Keep in my mind, it's a fallacy,
And all it does is bring me agony,
See how fast the subject changes,
The thoughts flow, all these rearranges,
I better stop now, I could go on for ages,
Talking about nonsense, the pain and the painless,
But it's so hard to end these things,
That's why sometimes I end abruptly...
Sketcher Feb 2019
So... I fell in the love the other day. I'm straight, but apparently this ****'s gay, cause if your in a relationship and choose to stay, you might just be happy in every possible way. At least now I am, so I'll continue to raise us above **** holding us back despite how much we weigh. This isn't depression, cause my emotions are turning from black to grey, so there's a new color value in my soul. I mean, now I have one and sure my love was taken. Some ***** stole it. Like, love isn't a bridge connecting you where you have to pay the toll, but a bridge connecting two people making two halves a whole and this is all for free in a way, except for death which is a given with life. When you or they take your last breath, sure there'll be strife, but at least your happy now so embrace the present. Cause this current time in space is truly a present. Just be careful on how its spent, cause you could really **** it up for all of us. I mean, at this point in time I have little trust, but I guess I will trust you. But if you're the one kicking up the dust I bite, then I guess you have the ***** to ignite my fuse. I've sent multiple cues in all directions showing that this is a bad idea. I mean, I might blow up leaving you all ****** and bruised. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. I mean, there's really no point to why I'm writing any of this right now. The point is usually to convey some sort of emotion, but I dont care so I'll take my final bow and leave the set even though I have an encore and they keep telling me I'm not done with this yet. By this they probably mean all the writing I do in my in free time. Figuring out new ways to write and maybe even some new ways to rhyme. Like this is kind of a new way to write, where I really just don't give a flying ****. I could probably go on forever just rambling amuck, so I think I will finally allow myself to take a small break and stop for now...
Just bored and feel like writing randomly... kind of inspired by Hobo Johnson.
Sketcher May 2020
I feel like if I was insane,
That would mean that I am sane,
Cause I'm so far out of it,
That I doubt that I'm in brain,
Still caught up in my mind,
Which is fine,
Cause diving times arise,
When reminiscing on my life,
I'm out of the box,
Shot straight past the membrane,
That voice in my head,
Has been tamed,
Killed dead,
And then framed,
For ****** of self,
Like ego death,
So no shame,
For everything he did,
And everything he will do,
So if you catch the *******,
Or he psychologically screws you,
Know the test still lingers,
And he's bringing up old news,
Learn from the anger,
Or learn from the cold blues,
So now you know that he has no constraints,
And by him of course, I mean me,
Although I'm feeling 'out of sane',
I'm insane psychologically,
Medication, Risperdal,
Slight sedation, off the wall,
Abilify, Invega, Clorazil,
**** it, down another pill,
Pepsi, coke, sugar, cane,
Now you know I'm out sane.
Sketcher Feb 2019
Love you the slightest? Love you off the scales!!! Feeling like nukes dropping and trains derailed. Like pill popping and **** inhaled. Like time stopping and towers scaled. Like the whopping beauty being all unveiled. Super intense like fifty different drugs being shoved down the throat all at once. Super serene like a beautiful view on an oceans shore, classic music on cue. Super insane, like who in their right mind would fall for a guy with half a brain devoted to **** that seems basic and plain and cant ******* flirt without a bottle of champagne and the other brains half is going through pain  and my current life path has me in the wrong lane and I cant go through anything that causes major change, cause I'm a xenophobic ***** that likes to complain. Yeah, sure, everybody's got problems. Yeah, sure, there's always a way to solve em'. Yeah, sure, I look like a hobo druggy. But **** yes, I'm hella ******* lucky! I'll continue to love you off the scales while I'm slowly spilling out my entrails through lyrical stunts and poetic rhymes. I'll continue this until the end of time. <3 <3 <3
Sketcher Jan 2019
Condolences,
Today is the day,
Dangerous circumstances,
Are soon on their way.

From the brains in your head,
To the feet in your shoes,
You are soon to be beat,
And you're soon to be bruised.

You'll have blood on your head, crusted into your hair,
No wounds will ever heal, not the cuts or the tears,
With your head leaking brains and red stained white cleats,
The athletes will beat you while you're out on the street.

They'll touch all of your ups,
And they'll touch all of your downs,
From the back to the front,
From the tip to the crown.

They'll open you there,
Wide open and bare.

Outside things will happen,
They will continue to do,
Things that mess with your head,
Because you are a Jew.

And when things will happen,
Don't worry, don't stew,
Just go along with,
Whatever happens to you.

OH!
THE ****'S YOU'LL MEET!

You'll be up on your way,
To see some pretty sights,
Then a **** will show up,
And knock out your lights.

You'll lag behind, because you don't have the speed,
The whole gang will jump you, they'll do it, indeed,
Wherever you go, you'll fight the best of the best,
They'll use their fist to rip your heart out your chest.

Except when they don't,
Because sometimes they won't.

They will be high or drunk or maybe just blue,
They'll be so sad and depressed, they'll do nothing to you.

They will either hang themselves,
or pray in the church,
They will put down their weapons,
and stop the search.

Upon leaving the church,
You'll surely feel a thump,
And chances are then,
That you've just been ******.

A special kind of ****,
That will leave you stunned,
While it's up in the ****,
You'll scream, "This isn't fun!",

You'll feel the reaming of Muhammad and Mark,
One is a light skin, and the other, rather dark,
They'll tear through your **** like it isn't a sin,
Then they'll turn you around and take you for a spin,
And a slurp, and a choke, until the stuff drips down your chin.

When they finish, will you have the strength to fight,
Or will you barely be able to tell left from right,
You'll be so dizzy that you think you might be blind,
It must have been too much ramming from behind,
After they're done, they'll keep you in prison confined.

You will get so confused,
While they're booming the bass,
Riding you faster, at such a neck-breaking pace,
Riding the throat then spilling all over the face,
Then they leave you in shock, in this dark humid place,
Dark... humid... place...

...just waiting and waiting,
As the seasons come and go,
And cars will come and go,
And people come and go,
Some people ask, "Are you okay?",
and you say, "No.",
You continue to just wait.

Wishing that you were just white,
Instead of a Jew that gives off a fright,
To every non-Jew and hater despite,
Religion or if they're dead or awake,
So you still lay there in anguish and ache,
You'll soon get the nerve to pull up your pants,
And then you'll walk south until you reach France,
Every step is a throbbing pain in your ***.

NO!
YOU WILL NOT GIVE UP!

Somehow you'll escape,
The praying then spraying,
Removing all hope,
Whatever was remaining.

As you leave Germany,
you will say goodbye,
But you were too loud,
And you were stopped by a guy.

The man screams out, "HAULT!", as you begin to run,
And now you realize that the great chase has begun,
As you are running away, you trip and you fall,
Still wanting to flee, away you sluggishly crawl,
You feel the mans hands grab so you beg and you plea,
You loosen the grip, stand, then pinned against a tree.

Rammed into the wood,
Knocked out, this is no good.

I'm afraid you'll be caught,
And chopped up in a stew,
This is bound to happen,
No matter what you do.

Very Dead!
Whether you like it or not,
Dead will be something,
You'll be in the ***.

And when you are dead, there's a very good chance,
That a necrophiliac will find romance,
He'll steal your body with his swiftness and brawn,
You'll make him say, "I do want life to go on!".

On he will go,
With his moaning and growls,
On he will go,
Stretching right towards your bowels,
On he will go,
Like a wolf he will howl,
He will awkwardly peck,
With his mouth like a beak,
Upon the great hole,
In which he took a leak.

On and on he'll strike,
Until all the white tar,
Comes out of his *******,
Dirtying his new car.

He doesn't own a horse,
But a car you can blow,
Because there are thirty *****,
Hanging off the window,
And the wheels are some *****,
That are hardened and cracked,
This is a normal car,
This car isn't abstract,
This car doesn't run on gas so it's quite the heft,
When it's pushed up hills with hands of the deft.

So... will you bleed?
Will you beg and plead?
(This Is Actually Zero Percent Guaranteed)

JEW! YOU ARE IN CHARGE!

This is your life, your way,
You're able to seize the day,
You can go to all places,
You can choose to leave or stay,
So please do what you wish,
And your life will be great.
Parody of Oh, the Places You'll Go. I'm not really sure where I was going with this. It's very random...
Sketcher Dec 2018
I would rather have a panic attack in the dark room than be alone at home in my own zone depressed on my phone. Then staying up an insomniac, at the park, rising gloom, falling rain, feeling pain, like it's all I ever known.
Attempted suicide, but then revived, choking phlegm, thought I died, I was there, in the hospital, bare naked riddled with needles, poked and prodded, dead skin rotted, almost cried, but I fought it.
Now I knew, I had to go home, and to school, to ******* and moaning and drama, and talking, and floating back to normal society, choking on tears in sobriety, kind of wish I stayed dead cause she gives me glee, ignore what I just said and don't pitty me, as I escape again to a place you flee, when the lit fuse of my bomb rapidly, rushes towards the end, she's gone and done it again, she's wrong and loving other men, I'm right here and paying amends, for **** that I never did, all I ever wanted was to please a kid, with a rotten heart, that was full of sin, I hope the goal was never to win, in this game of life, strife ridden knife stuck on skin.
What doesn't make sense is how she makes me so happy, cause I'm dense headed every time she calls me pappy, or *** or says, "I Love You", it was two months of a misconstrued, confusing relationship thing, now two months without it and it ******* stings and aches when I'm not around her, I want to love her, I want to ground her, ram her, straight into the floor or wall so maybe she can feel my pain, bash her head in a door and make her choke on a wedding ring, while I smoke **** out her mouth like toking while she's bleeding from the throat down to the feet and... in this verse I just finished a talk and I understand that I've been gawking nonsense all along and she isn't with me because she doesn't want to hurt me, but sticks by me because she really likes me.
I feel fine now because I've put the puzzle pieces together and I've calmed down now cause I think I understand Heather.
That's what I'll tell myself as life goes on, living in the prison cell of pain and beyond.
Did I figure it all out?
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
Sketcher May 2020
I'm searching for the answer,
As I beat around the bush,
Slowly dying of cancer,
Steering clear of the kush,
Incessant growing cells,
Burdening my body,
A false sense of hell,
Like I think someone shot me,
But that's just it,
It's just a thought,
Just a small bit,
Of all that is not,
Stop and stay put,
Think for a second,
Like really, should,
Any pain be beckoned,
Beyond the brain,
Outside the mental shell,
If so, then your pain,
Is passed to everyone else,
In some form or another,
Useless complaining,
Choose a brighter color,
When your clouds start raining,
Remember pain is subjective,
And can be switched,
Pain is created within perspective,
You whining *****,
My ears are always open,
Especially when you're staring,
Depreciating my own pain by comparing.
Sketcher Jan 2019
I love you, but I want you to die. But if you killed yourself, I would cry. Then I would **** myself in the blink of an eye. I hate how easily you control my life. You are the magnet that draws the knife to the skin. Draws my hands to the ultimate sin. Draws you out to look like a *****. Get out of my head, walk out the door. Stop caring for mine and I'll stop caring for yours... hopefully... then I'll pain no more.
Sketcher May 2020
The mountain was steep,
But I chose to venture,
To the very top,
To view earths splendor,
But once I reached,
The mountains peak,
An old man stood,
And took a leak,
His long gray beard,
Drooped to the ground,
And a bunch of animals,
Gathered around.

His beautiful aura,
Outshined the land,
And a couple of birds,
Ate from his hand,
He zipped up his fly,
And turned around,
Just to see,
My displeased frown,
He walked to me,
And said the kind,
Of words that seemed,
To read my mind,
"What's here is now,
What's past is past,
Don't fret, my friend,
This too shall pass."

This man obviously saw,
My visible discomfort,
I left early this morning,
Thinking I would come first,
The man said he was hiking,
And was unintentionally fasting,
He asked for a snack,
I said I was just passing,
He said so do the birds,
And emotional stains,
So does time and joy,
And anger and pain,
But this is fine,
I'll continue to fast,
This pain in my stomach,
Is sure to pass.
Sketcher Nov 2018
She's passed it,
I am not,
So pass that,
Cause a thot,
Is passed me,
So I'll live,
In a dream,
And I'll give,
Out nothing
And showing,
Still nothing,
Ongoing,
Suffering,
And my mind's,
Buffering,
When I find,
She is there,
In presence,
Of me...

And her...

And us...

Concluded...

But it has,
Been a month,
I'm a spaz,
She's a ****,
Get over,
Her right now,
Hangover,
But I vowed,
To not drink,
And not smoke,
But I think,
I am broke,
So I'll just,
Pass it up,
Antitrust,
Fills my cup,
Now that I've
Experienced,
Death alive,
Serious.
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.
Sketcher Jan 2019
When I am home, what do I do?
I wait till' I can come to you,
I set down my things and stare at a wall,
Until you text or call, I sit and stall,
I have dropped my friends, the groups, and the crews,
Cause living isn't living without you,
Life on pause when I'm not in your presence,
I am the body, you are the essence,
You fill me with life, you show me you care,
Just one hug is the ultimate repair,
It will completely remove all despair,
It will sew up all the cracks and the tears,
That have tortured my heart, my soul, my mind,
I love the way you work, you're just the kind,
Of beautiful girl I need in my life,
Giving me hope for the future, no strife,
To bite at my feebality and fear,
Fleets whenever you decide to come near,
Near enough to feel the softest of skin,
Near enough to light the fire that's within,
The fire shakes like a 12.0 earthquake,
Making the Richter Scale shatter and break,
Oh wait, that's just the beating of my heart,
I feel yours too, but then you pull apart,
You leave me as a shell, dust in the wind,
Yet again without essence, just some skin,
A sad sack of lifeless flesh that can't breathe without you,
No one compares, what the **** am I supposed to do,
I have figured it out, I think I should mention,
You left cause I can't give the proper attention,
It's just a guess, but a good one at that,
Now I'll go back to the place I once sat,
And sit there for however long it takes,
For the pain to stop, till' no more heartbreak,
I have one more thing to say,
It's the truest thing,
The truest true,
Every moment of every day,
Every second, every blink,
I won't stop loving you.
Die.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I will contemplate my boredom today, it's terrible,
I must dedicate my actions to something ethical,
So I'll go agitate all the photo chemicals,
It won't automate, it's not a technical miracle,
I will be the chaser of an adventure to set out,
To steal a stack of photo paper someone had left out,
Took it from "The Enticing Taylor", stole his photo clout,
I'm no hater but you better remember to take out,
Your **** when you are done in the dark room...
I might be a hater... but not really...
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.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I've been floating through life in the middle of the ocean,
Looking for other fish while I'm questioning my notions,
I find myself a pink fish that starts to play with my emotions,
These waves used to be calm but now they're causing commotion,
Intimate, then not,
Dedicate my thoughts,
To a furry thot,
That hasn't yet caught,
The fact that I am in love,
With her and raise her above,
The tide of loneliness to breathe,
Why is it so hard to perceive.

The pink fish darkened to red,
Then slit her wrists till they bled,
Stained with the thought of being ugly,
But she's beautiful and snuggly,
And kind and spreads good vibes,
But she tells herself these lies,
That leads to depression,
And sometimes aggression,
Whether she's conscious of the way she makes me feel or not,
I'll deal with things the same way, living out the plot.
Clever concept, because the person I'm writing about dyed their hair pink and then dyed their hair red shortly after, corresponding with the following events.
Sketcher Jul 2019
I try to block out the negative parts of you I don’t want to exist,
But the longer I exist with you the longer they persist,
And soon instead of saying, “I love you” and “I sincerely miss”,
I’ll only be in the relationship for the cuddles and the kiss.
I really hope it doesn’t come to this,
Just the thought removes my bliss,
And my sadness grows like my cyst,
On my ****, but please continue, I insist.
Continue the love that you give to me,
I’ll accept all parts of you regardless the fee,
You’re more than a snack, you’re my little treat,
You’re more than my world, you’re all I want to perceive.
You’re my universe, my everything, my all,
You’re the biggest part of my life, not standing tall,
Short and cute, you are, like your hair in the breeze,
I love you, please don’t leave me, you got me on my knees.

I beg of you,
Don’t leave,
For if you left,
I wouldn’t be myself,
I would flee,
Yet here I am,
In the same spot,
In the same lot,
With the same thoughts,
Knowing this would happen,
Sadly, I’ve been caught,
In loves powerful grasp,
Loves top-notch trap,
I don’t want to leave,
This prison cell,
Although I plead,
I will not yell,
For I want to be,
With you forever...
Please don’t leave.
Confused...
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.
Sketcher Nov 2018
I had one place where the world revolved around me,
A transparent building I named poetry,
Few people could actually see through the thick glass,
Aware of meaning, aware of reality,
The glass will slowly thin out as the days go on,
Leaking more emotions and thoughts that should be gone,
It's okay, I don't care, I tell myself, always,
You're a queen deserving happiness, I'm a ******* pawn,
That will step back and stop all outlets,
And build up and break down my regrets,
Until my fuse hits the wire,
It has already caught fire,
See, I'm an okay liar,
Also, I'm an okay bomb,
Ticking with a fuse and wires being cut,
And blowing on the fire like that is what,
Will make everything stop but accepting,
Fate is all I can do in this setting,
Sure, I know you're not dumb but I am,
Thinking you couldn't see through these *******,
Clear *** walls that are starting to disgust me,
All I ever wanted was your happiness, trust me.
Sketcher May 2020
Should I leave today,
Or stay inside?
Should I stay with you,
Or go off and hide?
I'll stay in bed today,
And wake up tonight.
Losing another day,
Turn off the lights.
A nocturnal stray lays,
In need of ice.
Snacking on Classic Lays,
They suffice.
Staying up too late,
On my device.
This is the only time,
That I can write.
If I do it once,
I might do it twice.
Might roll a blunt,
To feel the high.
To feel the heights,
Up here, the sights,
Make me cry,
But hey, that's fine.
When the kiss,
Turned to bite,
I was still alright.
I was like,
"I can manage this,
Actually, I like this,"
I'm a *******
I still feel the bliss,
Of the bite,
Post-kiss,
I miss this,
And apparently,
I inherently miss,
Reminiscing,
On the good times,
I now perceive as bad,
Reminiscing in the rhymes,
Making myself sad.
Sketcher May 2020
I wanna show her my love,
And be in her presence,
But when I'm around her,
I can't finish a sentence,
Without turning red,
Or overthinking,
I find false meaning,
In her sighing and blinking,
There's so many obstacles,
That confuse the hell,
Out of my illogical,
Thoughts that compel,
Various actions,
That make me seem awkward,
When I'm her distraction,
It seems like I stalk her,
They say let her go,
Just leave her be,
But she's the one,
That's talking to me,
I want her here,
And also I don't,
But now she wants,
To borrow my coat,
It should be guaranteed,
That I see her again,
IF this is the beginning,
I can wait for the end.
Sketcher May 2019
You are so cute,
No matter what,
From head to toes,
To ***** to ****.

You are the little,
I’m the caregiver,
Just ask for anything,
And I will deliver.

You are so pretty,
Every single day,
Please take my hand,
And I’ll show you the way,
To a happier place,
Just you and me,
No matter where we’re at,
From land to sea,
I’ll be there for you,
And try my best,
I want nothing more,
Than your happiness,
I love my lovely little girl,
My everything, my entire world,
I love you, I love you, I love you so much,
To this terrible life, you’ve become my crutch,
I’ll try to learn to stand without you,
A dependent strong man I’ll be,
The future, together will be seen through,
Together, soon we’ll move in and marry,
And have a nice life with a house and money,
Always and forever, through crying and funny,
Things that we’ll do like eat each others chins,
And share our past stories onto our kin,
But before all that,
I have something to say,
Please hear me out,
This will probably sound gay,
A lovers gay,
The cheesy type,
That makes me want,
To maybe write,
A poem for you,
On our 92nd day,
Here I go,
What I was going to say:

Is that you are the sub,
And I am the dom,
Do me the honors,
Of letting me take you to prom.
She said yes :)
Sketcher Jan 2019
Treasure things before they go.

Treasure people before they go.

Although everything is meaningless, we must infuse these people and things with meaning.
Sketcher May 2020
Oh, poor me,
I had a girl break my heart.
Morale of the story,
Addicted from the start.
I'm not broken,
I tattooed the cracks.
Purposely hoping,
For my drug back.
Texting, delaying,
With sad face emojis.
Now they're all saying,
God, you're emo, jeez.
I cry, cut, and so on.
Mentally disturbed.
Cry again and throw on,
A slowed reverb.
Paul Anka, Juice Wrld.
Not trying to forget,
That once a girl,
Lifted me from the ****.
I was so deep, stuck in,
A lanky creep, *******,
A pretty *****, nothing,
I wanted more, something,
Got to me.
Affection,
******.
Perplexing,
Ideology.
Flexing,
Not ******,
But her ****** economy.
Honestly,
All she was, was a drug.
No understanding or acceptance.
I wanted a hug,
And so much more.
She wanted a beating.
It makes more sense,
Why she went out cheating.
**** lust and ***,
And pornographic scenes.
Nah, just **** my ex,
I'll see you in my dreams.
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