-They say my head's up in the clouds
The way I speak, think, some would label it as "loud."
I'm unable to deny; thoughts fuse themselves with my specific imagination
No retries, I simply cannot falter. This is what will finally earn me that craved standing ovation.

-First things first, don't you dare look down on me
That ill-thought notion in itself is just a tragic catastrophe
Refusing to put in effort, here I stand
Life ahead of me now? Not a single second planned.

-I'm a joke. A simple disgrace.
A huge understatement to say you hate the sight of my face
I've no excuses for my recent nihilism
I'm free but also bound; psyche imprisoned.

-But your disgust is irrelevant to this entire tangent
I'd do everything again with absolutely no regret
My "loud" thought process is simply contradictive
Parts of my mind nothing more than vindictive.

-Venial in it's purest simplicity
Certain situations exemplify my irrefutable superiority.
So keep it coming, your spited words don't hurt,
"Head in the clouds," expectations similar to dirt.

Concrete walls, floors, and ceilings solo like solitaire is how I'm feeling my mind locked up solitude so they can
so they can't hear me. Tho they feel my heart beat deep beneath the fears that scare me
How dare me? How dare I live life long and true hoping for paradise.
I live my life watched my sacred eyes, they say they've lived through pain but care they bare mines.
Trial after trial, files document mines, Minds pill under the facts after the fact the truth are lies, they live under my light dim lights never shine, that’s fine a light is bright, but that too will die, closed in cloths, wrapped in shame, eyes are crazed but mine are sane ... The past haunts us all but this my battle, scars build on top of scars, pain of the past building a plethora of burdens.... This isn’t just a shame, this game... The game we all play, called life
This game called life but there are no resets or retries, if it gets real and you down to ride, then you down to die, because bullets have no name, and your clock is what they're trying to strike. Your time is the biggest lie, because all you know is a fraction growth human beings are starting to show. All you know is the space where your mind lies, but don’t forget you mind lies. Deceived by your own perception, relieved by hoes affection this deception runs deeper than a touchdown pass, and no matter how many Hail Mary’s you say. You may drop the ball and throw it away. Regress to a place you've already been take a step back and try it again
So listen my faired friend , in life we can hold hands but walking by side to side , not living through others eyes, my life is so magnetized , try not to be compromised , you see the struggle from far , don’t make it seem like your blind,
Take a breath .. Let us all relieve stress... Don't Call it a big step.. For us all ; we need help... Life is just a war... For war begets war... But understand my man, this is all a plan to cost more... If I’m struggling and I’m tumbling, just reach out or scream and shout but life is crazy no one can play me, I’m no console, put the games way please...
This is my; fraction of classlessness; or my small ghetto passion for bashfulness... Look out your tunnel vision and see the world, not all are rich not all have girls not all have the smarts not all seem to shine cause in this crazy world MANY PEOPLE ARE BLIND.

Time prickles its victims
Death spikes out families and
Life gives no retries

Dear little poem...
I write you on a piece of paper
With fifty shredded retries in a bin
With red blood in my vein poisoned
And black ink in my pen spilled...
I'm a psychopath...a demon that eats the daily light
A zombie infected with a virus called love...
And I fantasize everyday about who i was
As I  keep hitting my head into this wall
For answers without questions
Because I know...I'm a freak who doesn't know anything about love
Even though you would be standing on my door with bruises i cause
Just to apologize on my behalf...
I don't think I stole your heart
Murdered is a right term
And jailed in eternity of regrets
And now you're packing up this garbage of sweet nothings
Called memories to whatever distance relationship they call six feet under
Dear little poem...
I admit I'm a sucker who can't admit his shame
Cause I'm a crazy cursed twisted insane and creepy ******* with a rotten heart attached to these...stitches skipping every drum beat breathing every tantrum of breath
And Crazy **** I said
Whenever I was sad, mad and angry
But really whenever I had to rewrite my inborn mistakes
From your beginning smile to my ending regrets...
Thinking I've puked enough from that beer
Leaving my rage showing you the true ugliness contained in my eyes
From this melagra
Which is hard to feel
And I'm under suffocation, cause you left me numb
Visualizing you on plain paper without super vision
You said the flower faded...from riddles to ancient youth hidden in you
The same love I shredded...
But that's pointless
The fact is... I never deserved you...
And now I'm eating off my own white shadow
Caged in you with birds of thorns singing hallelujahs drowned in my own worries...
I guess all I'm trying to say are my sincere apologies