#renegade
I’ll never claim moral authority.
I could never tell
what’s good for me. Installation
welcome for moral education.
A ginger car, foot on the
break. I practice saying hello.
Though I’m poor at it.
Angel please offer your hand
to me. A catalog of books
to read.
I have so many stories to write.
But I drive on the open road,
so I too, could be a memory.
I’ll never find what’s right for me.
If grace could be define,
it would be a quiet phase, another
person, learning for the
better. Who never knows, but
it’s gone now. So I’m craving more.
But I’m traveling to trigger
prompts of moral lessons, just
to conjure the need to practice
is where I fail to act.
I’m just waiting to crumble again.
All I know, be a ***** when
it comes to your own ethics.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
I want to pour myself on page
But I come across a cold landscape
the spark of electricity from me
attunes with that of the pc
In this digital world ,romance is lost
ink and paper relics to a insta post
Information overload cataclysm me
And I dont know how am I supposed to be
In the fringe of my consciousness my thougts reside
elusive,fleeting and hard to abide.
The cursor blinking mocks me
And in anger inspiration evokes me.
Maybe I ll make him my muse
And get inspiration whenever I choose.
This is how my poem is made
Like an emotional grenade.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Blessings and Curses, two Edges of the same Sword
A Swordsman is one Ordained, knowing When and How
To Unsheathe, to Cut, to Pierce, to **** only for Good
But if used only for his Good or sheathed rather than ****
He then is a Renegade, condemned by the same Sword
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 8:12 AM UTC
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something to be said
for being one of a kind,
after all
two moons in the night sky
seem far less appealing
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© 2022
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 11:52 AM UTC
My mind's a carnivore sheep
i'm woken while my tongue's asleep
I see predictions but they don't believe
I can't save them from what they don't see
This feeling fills the sculpted dearth in my heart,
I wear in my palms road maps with patterned scars
of painful places in my past slithered paths
its hard for me to say, to the toddlers minds
This renegade hat has given me grace
This renegade hat has gotten me fazed
Jaded my perception from speaking out loud
i'm woken while my tongue's in bedrest
The Holy-spirit fills the sculpted dearth in my heart
I'm renegade cause I saw the people
I'm renegade cause I saw the truth
I can't save them, but I'll tell them
that I found the renegade mind that made me
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
I have a story
The reason we died
With smile and agony
And no peace can keep us
I thought it was a parade
Amused, then amaze the mind
Fulfill the dreams we had
Enchanted our sleepy eyes
The melody like a spell, so dazzle
However,
It's just a dellusion
They tear the tree of dream
Fading our imagination
Pour our land with beautiful agony
Don't talk!
They don't care cause they don't hear
Don't, don't ever have a hope
Don't ever have a dream, they said
That's why we're here
With smile and agony
We died
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC