The physical matter
has a line in its swansong
it has a place in paradise
it’s not here to stay for good
neither to perish forever!

Most of the people promise to be there
Leave eventually and no longer care
The heart tends to be a complicated matter
Sometimes feelings fade or scatter
But if you patiently wait for the day
You will meet someone who means it when they vow to stay

I'm a ******, I'm the oddball
My style defiles piles of pop culture ads
While I bounce off these rubber walls
With a hamster running in my head,
Until around two a.m. he goes to bed
Typing a tapestry of insanity
Pouring all the demons from my edeitic memory
Blaming the insecurities on my pedigree
Then destroy all the evil like a heroic entity.

I keep peace without a peacekeeper
I fight reapers hissing like creepers
In a secret lair, Kronk pull the le-ver,
Slashing male stereotypes, aren't I cleaver?
You wouldn't want to try to battle my wits
You'd ball your fists, I'd spit at you, sir
And let my vernacular blast your brains
This isn't a Robert Frost work, stay in your lane.

You'd take the path less traveled,
I'd pound the ground until the earth unraveled
Leaving nothing but the gravel to grovel
Like a duck without grapes you should waddle,
I drink coffee by the hoddle,
Never stuck in stop or stall, keep it rolling,
I'm a Katamari, oddball.

You matter the most,
Whether known to you or not..

The way you see the world,
     are your opinions..
that matter the most..

The depth of your emotions,
        are your feelings,
that matter the most..

Even the silly thoughts before sleep,
         is your mind,
that matter the most..

No matter what is calling you to do,
          is your passion,
that matter the most..

The way you want to live,
       is your dream,
that matter the most..

How you choose to navigate through the road,
   is your path,
that matter the most..

The way you built your strength,
      are your problems,
that matter the most..

The simple things that make you smile,
     are your happiness,
that matter the most..

The surroundings are not the you,
      but the existence of you,
that matter the most..

You matter the most,
whether rich or poor,
The greatness in you,
         Matter the most.

Im not doing ok
I havent washed my hair
since last Sunday

I've worn these clothes
For the past 3 days

Just about killed myself
Saturday night

But like nothing is really wrong
Im just ******* depressed
And I don’t know how to get out of it

I almost asked someone how
I know if I need more help
But
Instead I typed a paragraph about
Why they matter and
Need to put themselves first

It's been 60 days
I'm finally beginning to feel comfortable with you
Sometimes it all feels like a daydream haze
I can't help but continue to wonder if you care about me too

It's okay though, everything is fine
Maybe things will change with time
We don't need to rush things, it's not like this is a crime
I don't understand it all yet, but our friendship is in it's prime

I don't want to ruin this, not this time.

Trafficing humans, when did this become a reality
When did human lives become a lucrative commodity
Is there not value in every life
I ask,
with tear stained sincerity
It's leaving families broken and consoled by fear
How do we eradicate this scourge
Shake a sleeping world
Shout! be aware
Take up arms, take aim
and release without a care
In the end
It's the families tears that's paying the fare
For these souless demons to collect their blood fare
My heart beats to the sound of dispair
Knowing this is our current world
Our saddened state of affairs.