Feel some ways

Feel some ways

                      faded and  leaning on the toilet seat

i feel some ways

failing at my midterm test

i feel some ways

finally seeing you in that exam room

i felt some way

facing my mortality even though i want you eternally

i feel some ways

                                                           falling for you so suddenly

i feel so scared





They said that April showers bring May flowers

Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes when March leaves

And we forget the February love

We try to start fresh like January 1st

You were never, my last never December

I tried to not remember November

Crazy I fell for you in October (it was your birthday)

Work and School played games in September

Alsina the way I lost you in August

My heart needed you mid July when I turned 21

Before we became what we were, seasonal.

You come, I go and I cum you go

We sleep in the same bed yet miles apart

I know not to speak on matters of the heart but you and me could never work from the start. Seasons come and seasons go, our season was cold, hot, lukewarm and chilly but from the start it was silly.

Seasons come and seasons go.

I miss you

This is know.




communication is a hard thing to understand

we can't logically quantify it, put it through data

it's not something held or easily seen like matter

could be small useless or deep chatter

could be roast sessions or sports talk that just we had

could be people talk then freak talk that we just had

ms.juicebox can't wait to feel your juicebox 

communication isn't too hard to understand 

when you feel me and i'm feeling you 

my birds are purple and your patriots blue

hope you deflategate me, don't play those games with me

i know you can be my favorite dish

i'll run that body like i'm the commish 

to find perfect timing is my only wish 

communication's never hard if its something you never miss

you and me

you and me

the way we meet was unconventional

but the way we clicked was phenomenal

we created together from the jump

every time i think of you my heart jumps

you’re my Jenny, I’ll be your Forest Gump

you’re my ego, I’ll  be your Donald Trump

we belong together

I remember the car wash, that’s when I knew

that you belong with me, and I belong with you

passion, pleasure and pain

he was hitting me from the back

the slap was like a crack

she was moving up and down

holding my chest for balance

rode the surfboard, while her waters drowned me

he grabbed the roots of my hair

and didn’t care about my moans

he didn’t speak but his body did

she didn’t speak but her body did

hips moving, lip biting, arm grabbing, heavy breathing

my sun went down her skyline, she was filled with darkness

he put his vascular hands around me

his thumbs near my jugular veins

his pleasure p pleased me and left me filled

equal parts passion, pain and pleasure

her tongue spoke to me, from northern lips to south pole

she was a cannibal, stuffed with human meat

my milkshake was her tasty treat

our souls joined in one

his moon, her sun

bodies joined in natures dance

the passion, pleasure and pain 14f0dad62a1d6c42d6d83dcd22a1cdb7



a millennial man

a millennial man

my iPhone vibrates, i slowly my head

pillow soft, open app in my comfy bed

i check to see if my texts are read

why hasn’t she replied? is the group chat lit?

duke whats to chill, what excuse do i make up? SHIT!

open another app with my eyes half open

only got 30 likes, its been 5 hours i feel insulted

repost or nah? more rest? hell nah

its funny how they have pictures together

then when i talk to em’ they hate being together

talking about funny, let me check that meme

never thought Arthur would be funny in my wildest dream

gah damn has it been 30 minutes already?

step one: go pee, i’ve been holding it in

step two: wash face, brush teeth and look supreme

step three: do my hair, can’t be lookin like a fool

step four: dress well, what i’m selling is cool

step five: kick game, has to be point

step six: snapchat it, they’ll be loving my joints

step seven: walk out and start my day

then I get real: I’m not doing shit today

been looking for jobs that aren’t looking for me

been looking for love that comes with a fee

been looking for a purpose that’s impossible to see

when they say that our generation is lazy and superficial

they forge that our lives have different issues

good isn’t good enough and great is expected

you can’t float by in expect to have it all on your lap

and anyone who says otherwise is feeding you crap

they say our generation’s stupid, meaningless music, eg. rap

they pretend like we aren’t well versed in poetry from a youth and that’s the truth

our generation is wiser and more aware than the old

they forget that they were us, now they want us to fit their mold

so we’re self obsessed, wouldn’t you be too?

when media told you you were special ever since you were 2?

yes i’ll take that selfie cause the lighting is bomb

and i don’t giveafuck.com

fuck em’ they don’t even deserve a capital f

we are the future and your future is death

now let me go check twitter real quick



Poetry Wednesday (August 17th)

Poetry Wednesday (August 17th)

Self Destruction

We play the same games without interruption

slowly adding the grenade to our self destruction

fade to black, a scene that we try to forget

self destruction be the reason we have regret

staying up late, not replying and losing respect

self destruction, its the thing we rarely detect

I want her, she wants me but we play it wrong

finding her love became self destructive like that Drake song

hit it in the morning have her moaning before her alarm starts

but pride and self destructive tendencies lay in our hearts

my thumbs yearn to move and hit you up

so i fear self destruction, i just shut up

hearing you speak baby it is not enough

I need you constantly like a drug, its kinda rough

Focused on you without a single interruption

Scared of what always happens

Self Destruction