i want to write a book maybe not The Book but that would be quite the impact but i want the people to feel be inspired

Where Do Your Demons Reside?

I don’t want to wallow in the depths of heartbreak 3 years of failing - over something that really could all be so simple But the human brain and the emotions that lay there Are not simple A complex network of neurons firing Towards different receptors And sometimes the web gets tangled - when an unforeseen force makes its way in This is why my heart was caged, bricked, behind glass doors and gold chains At least 17 layers of protection with the outer wall being a glass dome Why the fuck would I let you in when you had no intention of appraising my value You barely glanced at the work on my walls - you just wanted to get in To the warm place within But you are a fuckin cold front disguised as a perfect Cali beach day Did you not think my alarms would trigger and security would escort you out? Did you really think you could experience my peace when you gave me chaos? A mirror reflects, though within a shape A mirror transports, through the inner knowing What have you figured out Where do your demons now reside Do you think this is now alright
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9-22-22

So many levels of pain to fight If one truly wants to make it out alive What good are matters of the heart? What trials must we really endure to prove our worth? Our devotion? Our integrity? The pain of seeing the one your heart aches for with another Due to unforeseen circumstances No one really has the rule book We try and put our best foot forward, At least the ones who are true Other will scheme and plot behind your back To take the things and people that you value So you are forced - to fight if its true Or give in if you have no means to make do But the ones who truly suffer most See everything and are powerless Because someone or something even more powerful Tells you that you can not be happy with whom you choose Because OF UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES PEOPLE BELITTLE YOU AS IF THEY KNOW THE WOES OF YOUR BEATING HEART AND THEY TRY YOU AS IF TIRED IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ALSO FEEL AND THEY TRY TO TRANSMUTE YOUR LOVE INTO HATE HATE HATE HATE B HATE ‘ HATE

Afraid to Be so I Am

Always fuckin forced Because I can’t make the hard decision for myself. Always a fuckin idiot who moves too impulsively when it comes to love Always wondering how Long someone will stay Then the endings are arduous And both parties are unhappy Focusing on me has never really been a thing Because there are years and years and years of shit I know it isn’t pretty and I do the best I can to keep it in Yet, here they all are. Staring me in my fuckin face Calling me their comfortable names A disgrace, a disappointment, a fool A common idiot All because im afraid of myself. The shit im capable of is absolutely magnificent But I hate ordeals - Im afraid to be worthy ?

our country is killing us

our country is killing us Not our city. Not our state. Our mother fucking country bitch. And I sit here plagued and outraged at having to even be formulating this piece here Out of all the things in this wretched world, RACISM is what we Black People have to face EVERY DAY. It’s really sad you know. To live somewhere where people look at you as if you’re really not good enough for the bare minimum that you have. Because you always want to obtain more. You don’t just sit on stoops enjoying the summer breeze with a summer sleaze You go get that damn education that they say is so worth it. That you’re worth even more with it. But alas, the pretty shit should only be reserved to them. They rule Staging deaths is not what this country was based upon. Mexico and canada As above, so below