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Write It About You

Open a book, grab a pen, or sharpen a pencil,

Write out your life story but without using a stencil,

Fill in the blanks of what not many may know,

Include your inner thoughts and just how far will you go.


Make it a point to write it about you,

The person you are doesn’t wear other people’s shoes,

A shadow of the dark or the hero of the light,

You are who you are so your book is your life.


No autocorrect, delete, or backspace,

Just shift, control, tab, and a bar of space,

There’s no erasing the past so if that’s the case,

Start a new paragraph, just don’t copy and paste.



Troubled Mind

This pain, this pressure that keeps dragging me down

Has overtaken me, deafening, with its hollows sounds,

Need a compass to guide me though getting lost is unlikely,

Through the undiscovered grounds where the venomous may bite me,


Where the enemy lurks is in the shadows of your thoughts,

You can never escape, for it is permanently caught,

Trapped with an evil being dwelling inside your mind,

Treats you to the darker things, formulating ways to lie.

Words Are Only Words.

I just want to go home for a while,

I want to feel lost with an unexplained sense of wellness,

Not the pain driven sleepless nights, lying awake waiting,

Not the assumptions of what ifs boiling inside the darkest tunnels of my mind,

Just the simple matter of not knowing where I am is what I long for,

I want to turn off the racket of noise and pollution that fills my weary body,

Plant images and altered thoughts of nothingness to replace the lies and made up stories that have been said,

To diminish overthinking a vast array of unnecessary chaos,

I want to boast the idea within myself that I can be of one, but none,

To stop carrying the world over my shoulders in hopes of freeing what is contained,

Is it too much to ask if I can just be myself without a care once in a while?

I don’t want masks of make up or costumes to hide behind anymore,

I want to feel comfortable and free within my own skin,

Confidence is hard to create, impossible to master, and unheard of with me,

Dancing in the unknown without a definite language to translate,

Unable to speak out, to be heard from.

Words were once a common ground,

But words are only words.

The Manor

There’s so much shit going down I don’t know what to say,

Money makes the world go-round, say so long to yesterday,

Take a walk outside, breathe in what they heave out as a waste,

May be a little funny in the way that it tastes,

So create a new way to alter the awful distain,

Paint a picture of this dysfunctional family’s growing pains,

Stick it up on the fridge, frame it up on the wall,

Plaster it all over town, yes the manor has its fall,

Crashing down, tripped and fell, over the lies that spilt,

Responsibility and anger can be felt rising from hell,

But what do I do know? I pack up my bags and leave,

Head down to the bright lights, the city to follow my dreams.


My Inner Demon

Have you ever felt like someone was watching you from a distance? As if someone’s eyes were burning their way through your tough outer shell that you created to protect yourself from getting hurt? You could never quite figure out where they were hiding, could you?

Well, it could easily have been the only person you know so well, yourself. Growing up and entering the cold, harsh world of reality, I have noticed that everyone has a dark side. A side of oneself that isn’t typically shared or easily observed, usually in fear of being denied acceptance by peers and relatives.

Unfortunately, a handful of years ago, I became inseparable with my dark side. I allowed the evil being that was dwelling inside my mind to commandeer my thoughts and emotions. It anchored its ship to my sunken heart. I no longer had any control.

Sleepless nights were wasted staring out of the manor’s eyes into the fields that were washed in complete darkness. Days were nearly the same, but bleached with sunlight or drowned out by the rain. I was no longer myself, but a hollowed out shell.

It Only Takes One

I keep repeating every word I say to everyone,

They can’t understand me, apparently I speak in foreign tongue,

My patience is all wrung out so I tend to tweak at anyone,

I say I’m sorry in advance when I know I can’t right my wrongs,

Feeling under attack, I appear to be the broken one,

Left alone, only my hand is glued to the trigger of a smoking gun,

But I still poke for fun knowing I’m not the only one,

Staring out, up to the sky, cherishing the ones we lost,

To the fires, to the lies, through the wires, in disguise,

Biting metal just to settle, belts from denim, sipping venom,

Crimson lines mark every time, popping pills and cancer strikes,

They all were once lost, so leave the light on to guide them home,

Disregard their lonely road for it was the only one they had known.

Lose It

You say one thing yet mean another,

Your mouth is full of chatter while your mind is full of clutter,

Can’t get it straight, maybe find it deep in the gutter,

Mixed with abstracts, packed full of different colors,


Senses lessen, control slips through your grips,

Second guessing, shoulder belt clip tight against your hip,

Shifting uneasy, bleeding, white knuckle the wheel,

No one quite understands how it is to feel,


Do you swim down the river? Do you cross the bridge?

Ever been tempted to pop or another method to slip?

Have  a fascination with flame? An urge to hit?

Any craving for metal with one round in the clip?


The incredible anger to lose yourself is a fear,

The domineering depression depicting when death is near,

Greeting demons in the depths of my nightmares,

Reasons to keep hidden the stories, they’re not to be shared



So Like You

it used to be me first but now I’m last, degraded to worst
i never used to have to work for my place, it hurts to be on the other side of this curve
theres not enough words i could say for me to rearrange all the hours of the day
i have with you or what i had with you is held at value much greater than a valium
what about you? do you ever think about us? or are the memories lost in the dust?
burnt out hours underneath the tower in the pouring rain
the last bout of trust i had in you, i wanted you from the moment i met you that i knew
but you left soon after, closed the chapter with broken laughter so like you
as i watched the flames dance i knew i was gunna get burnt, you were gunna get hurt
not by my actions but from what you may call evil words
most often it wasn’t what you deserved but i couldn’t swerve my curses
except when i vented out in my verses but i still feel like i need to repent
for all my sins and everything that i happened to wreck


i’m sick of the fake friends
telling me ill never make it
telling me to walk away while they go on to celebrate
i need to pay rent
but wheres the money when i need it
gone along with all the reasons
as to why i need to leave you
but until then I’m doing fine
ill lie my way through it just like every other time
counting every minute passing by as we argue through the night
i can’t believe it, suicide was an option for you; do or die

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