Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…

Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side

why do we feel pain from the tips of our limbs to the stem of our brain do we all hurt the same as the blood seeps from a vein

i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…

There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…

another caffeinated week and I’m stuck wandering in my dreams a… feeling so damn beat yet all I can do is smile whats going out of style

Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,

It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant

Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go

I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside