On my bookshelf sits a cup of cigarettes,
Menthols-
But I’m not a smoker.
Every now and then I pull out my lighter
Take a few drags
And curse at myself for letting go once again-
But I’m not a smoker.
And it’s not an addiction.
It’s simply lost willpower
Letting myself drop the promises I make to myself
To sit and smoke a few
Taste the burnt mint roll across my tongue-
But I’m not a smoker.
I always buy a new pack
When I notice the cup running low,
Never let it empty completely
That would mean I smoke-
But I'm not a smoker.

I have risen
Before the sun
Escape my prison
I must run
Persist. Resist.
Yield for none
I will not Yield
Till I am done.

Pretend hope is a person
Who eats dreams for breakfast
And willpower for dinner.

Teary eyes, crocked lips
Broken faith complementing crooked hips
Factory of life they tell,
wounded souls, whispers to hell
Losing faith, into voids
Body aches yet to avoid
How this makes me stronger I ask
making it bitter for every task
my soul cries and pleads
body is something it needs
for if there is no strength in body to support
what is the meaning of these milestones that I report
I fear I’ll lose my existence
no one will remember this soul in any co-incidence
for again I plead for strength in this body
Will power doesn’t seem enough for a crippled body.

I had to tell him
It will make your soul bleed
But you will never see it
It will make your heart burn
And one day you will feel it
But it won’t be what you thought
Because it was drained, not filled
Even though you once smiled about it

Somebody will tell him
To master your desires is the seed
But you won’t understand it
You think it is your turn
And being a man is accepting it
It won’t be sold, but instead bought
Because it’s the garden you tilled
The fruit you chose will die in it

Somebody will say so
Somebody will say so
Live the night
Forget the light
Somebody will say so
Which way will you go?

His mind will tell him
This is how a boy is freed
But you will be a prisoner to it
They say the hard way is how you learn
And a weak man will always choose it
What you found and what you sought
Would it be you were tempted or willed
The way of your prayers will reveal it

Somebody will say so
Somebody will say so
Live the light
Reject the night
Somebody will say so
Which way will you go?

could you please
preheat the oven
to 450°F?

thanks!
now
can you please
shove me in there
and close the door tightly?

I'll probably scream
and flail
but,
ignore that

I need a fire to be lit
under my ***
since I clearly
cannot light one
by myself

My head in riddles,
poisonous snakes latch onto every thought,
every feeling, leeching out every essense of
purity until I'm left dry in thrist.

I feel the pressure of the acids pulsating through
every nerve of my living body, slowly torturing,
paralyzing me from the inside out.

But I can still feel the dim flicker of light,
the one feeling, the strongest of them all,
hidden the deep in the caverns of my exsistence.
I will crawl with my fingernails, with every
last breath to reach this light.
I will bleed before I allow myself to become
paraslysed into darkness.

These devious creeping shadows will be cast out,
the abundance of light will take over, I will be free.
I am ready to step into self liberation.