I wrote this one about someone I used to be very close to; it may not be in my normal style, but I still enjoy it.
Your life is in your own hands.
Everything happens for a reason...Good or bad.
No way out...alone...afraid...a dungeon designed to torment and deceive you!
The anger! A dark choking force, grabbing you by the neck, throwing you back and forth...waiting for you to crack!
This a collection of poems I wrote over the years. Some are stupid. Some are dark. All are real.
A rap about graffiti.
It turns out Perfection isn't that great.
A trippy little drabble about dreams.
Poem about my friend who was in an abusive relationship
I am afraid
There are two sides to a looking glass, The side you see, And the side that's covered in cracks,