When it all seems to hard
Are you crippled by fear?
Asking, "What do I do?"
Meditate, Ponder, Pray
within silence
The answer is clear
"Just one step at a time
You will find yourself there.

I write this outta pure honesty
cause many of you may not notice me
I’m not that guy with his smile shining bright
I’m that guy who constantly fights for his life
Contemplate suicide on a daily basis
surrounded by saved demons & disguised racists
with family who’re more like enemies & friends who’re 2 faced
these pills became a friend of me but this liquor has a feeling I love chasing
I used to be afraid to show the real me cause people think it’s for attention
like I want everyone knowing that I’m dying mentally or spiritually something’s missing
I can’t be one of these cool kids, fronting like I’m a savage
when everyday I wake up & living life is hard to manage
So I write these poems to hopefully reach someone else
dancing with suicidal plots & never had anyone else
to love them the way they’ve always wanted to
so if you feel my pain thru my words then I write these for you
I’m not the same kid I used to be, things change drastically
went from a happy kid to a young man mixed with a tragedy
I can’t front who I am just to get likes or shares
& ignore the fact that I’m beyond scared
Scared that one day I’m gonna have enough & take my life away
looking at myself in the mirror as I watch my soul walk away
Living in this cold *** world full of envy & judgment
& too paranoid to enjoy life when death pulls up in the midst of the enjoyment
But still I thank God for every day that I breathe
Another day stronger & amazed that he hasn’t ask me to leave
I shed tears in the dark just so I can cry in peace
cause your tears remain unheard until the day you decease
I’m not the same kid I used to be, I’ve changed tremendously
alive from the physical form but beyond deceased mentally
I can’t apologize for not letting you see the real me
especially if it results in you trying to heal me
If you do anything for me then pray for me
for my battle isn’t over & Satan can’t take my strength away from me
And as I drown within my own tears, allow my sorrow to be released
& don’t you let go until my happiness has finally reached its peak
It’s not my time to reach the other side that Phase 2 has to offer
I’m still looking for ways to survive life’s horror
I’m not the same guy I used to be, I just exist in disguise
but maybe one day, the real me will spark the tears from Heaven's Skies

Poetic Venom

An absence reversed
Beheld
Belonging
Fuming lush greenery seemingly
Between the frothing
Soup and lather twinkling
Speaking
"Tradition may act dishonestly"
All and sundry
Trails along merrily
For traditionally
All is how it should be
Belonging to one and only.

Binding
A trade between the thin lines
A baking sheet made sprayed messy
Artists in threes
Shakers of mountains for invisible ease
The truth is simply
Things done traditionally
All-in consuming historically.

Flesh
Released
Is fresh
Relief
Hidden in the fabric's sleeve
A gaping passage of air and breeze
Racing electricity
Breathtaking silk from worms
And worms eaten by birds
Tradition
Sewing the dresses of Empress the third.
Halt
Her plea worth salt and sugar
Still
Like the skater's
Minted odour
Hope
Distances the valleys low dipped to the everlasted rivers
Where a time arrives for eternal celebration.
The embellishments of
Unwavered tradition.

Yea, I did make a mistake
Does it have to halt me like a brake?
Do I have to let it feed on me like steak?
Will I dwell on it till my life is at risk?

You said I failed
Well, that doesn't mean I'm frail
You can't get me off this rail
My goal is to accomplish this holy grail

I didn't get it right the first time
I'll do it one more time
Not right? One more time
I won't stop until I say,
"I got it right this time!"

The most beautiful souls hold the most painful stories
We are roses hiding a past of thorns
Shaped by experiences that touched us
But our struggles do not define us
You aren't allowed to give up, not yet.

Though those who can are many
Those who do are few...
The difference if any
Is the desire to?