IT It makes me sink inward, taut. Losing myself in thought. No true outward expression. The mask though, they bought. Only in writing comes true confession. 

POV I can’t put my finger on why, But everytime i think i might have it figured out, have some sight. Then the next idea appears, I think I ought to give it a try; And the new knowledge leads to doubt and fears. Feeling like a fool again, I wander aimless,  Choosing to abstain…

Loneliness If I must die,If death be near,I want no crying,Not a tear.For it is not thisDeath I fearBut instead livingWithout you hereDon’t take this to heartI’ll do nothing severeThrough the darknessOne must persevereJust stay nearJust stay hereAnd I have nothing to left to fear

Reprobate I’m just a wretched reprobate lacking self respect. Not trying to self-deprecate. Just trying to neglect, the emptiness I feel in me. I long to feel whole, or hope to feel loose, or carefree. Empty pleadings of my soul. 

Manifest Destiny? Manifest Destiny,What is it to me? Only veiled supremacyAnother form of zealotryWith a sort of tendencyTo act dreadfullyWithout penaltyStealing equity. Manifest Destiny,What is it to me? While sleeping restfully,To leave some legacyOr family pedigreeWhile taking mercilesslyWithout responsibilityWith routes venally Manifest Destiny,What is it to me? Since antiquity,Faux pleasantrypopulation entropyBoth religiouslyAnd infectiouslyWhile living irreverently…

School To Prison (a poem for and from the voiceless…) my guided study aint cellblock C never has been never will be i know i cant get most of you to agree simple questions turn fifth degrees  but when pointed out, one cant unsee minds glazed over like somekinda disease the system a mirror of…