They say "You only live once. Live life to the fullest"

But I wonder. What makes a life full?

Is it monetary gain?

The pigmented green tree barks that we give value to?

Imprints of dead presidents that we collect like stamp collections?

They say the love of money is the root of all evil,

And people would sell out their own to obtain it,

Because money on the mind minimizes thought.

Is it defined by material possessions?

If so, How many t ... Read More

I told em I was having his baby..

He only replied maybe...

Should I be offended he questioned his seed?

Or is it my need?..

For him to accept me through my child and not understand,

I have nothing to hide and it's only a question of if he's a man?

Cus when the truth comes out and he's the father,

Will he bother..

To give an apology and own being a father.

Or will he say the test ain't right, it ain't mine,

Because I'm always a woman ... Read More

at peace, she said … at peace

with a razor blade … comes peace – she said

and when the bastard sons spoke of hoped for dreams and dreamed of hopes

why did the world not listen?

at peace, she said … at peace

she’s standing on a wall

if she looks past

the past

she can see the wonder of it all

blinders and fences

corral in most all of her thoughts

but past the past

is in her eyes

her eyes

so much m ... Read More

the devilish demons you always admired

went to, ran to

cling to … clung to

they so enthralled and amused you

are in the end

what scared you away

cling

clung

refused by you

it is sunday again

lonely and empty and lonely and grey

not one friend

but …

i saw a bird’s nest

so high up in the sky

i was floating on heaven and magic was my guide

i must have been dreaming

this ... Read More

vicious in grin

she loses again

a feast for a king

… for a fool

she thinks if she wins

good fortune begins

and she’s learned … how to make her own rules

‘cept never the sce ... Read More

she called collect … again

her world had turmoiled

frenzied total spin

through crying

she told me

… everything

romeo weren’t no more no romeo

when you’re broke and the last empty moving van ha ... Read More

The things my eyes have seen,
Are but a memory of a history reaching its conclusion.
As I look into the mirror,
I see a reflection of a broken shell.
Gravity hasn't been good to me.
My face hangs downwards like drapes.
My joints don't move as they did years before.
What I would do to get my youth back..
To be young and reckless.
My clock Tic Toc's warning me that i'm on borrowed time.
Every turn of the hour shortening my time on earth.
My children make plans f ... Read More

I spend my nights sleeping in my closet.

Afraid that my thoughts might betray me.

I’m just a by-product of my environment.

Tic toc do I wanna be saved?

Deep thoughts and nightmares of mutilated bodies.

Stand posed on the threshold between heaven and hell…

You can spell check this as I spit this…

But you might just miss it

I’m a poetic pain junkie.

Best friends with the boogieman,..…

See I Fiend off of de ... Read More

Take the pain away
As our love cascades
Take away the sorrow that washes over my being in waves
No hopes that it may be saved
One chance to escape from this pain you gave..
Pain you so willingly instilled in me...

Nothing more to say
At the end of the day
You were still the wrecking ball which caused our foundation to crumble
The ultimate Daily Double of trouble
And though this isn't a game, you've still left us jeopardized
Too foolish was I to realize
... Read More

It's morning...
And as the sun rises in all its warmth, I'm still mourning
Still suffering
In every sense and meaning
Losing all feeling
Suicidal thoughts fleeting
Beating... these demons out of my mental
Protecting the sanctity of my cerebral temple
But my temporal is outnumbered
This emotional burden encumbered
Too great
It's impossible to escape fate
At least that's what they say
Sadly I'm trying to outrun mine and it's just the beginning of the day ... Read More

Inspired by Drake's Fear....

They say it's hard to change your stripes
Near impossible if you go from wrong to right
I'm tired of being wrong so this is why I write
But lately my hardships have been clouding up my foresight
And the ink's running red; guess I gripped the pen too tight
I'm on that Kid CuDi tip like Day N' Nite
Cuz I find myself alone on these winter nights
Pacing with my pen and pad underneath the streetlights
Trying to figure out how to bring the ... Read More

I have traversed this wasteland
Holding my poetic remains in my own scarred hands
Several clean fractures in my pen
Crippled and no longer any scriptures shall it spin
Only a few pages in my torn ridden notebook; the rest scattered in the wind
I pause and gaze at the sheets as they flutter in the air
I think the old me may have cared
The old me wouldn't be scared
But now I find myself praying to be spared
I should be dead; never should have made it out that demonic ... Read More