the road that i traveled has not changed ( Read more... )

no, i would say i am a bit afraid.

my weather is white ( Read more... )

my neocortex is starting to gossip ( Read more... )

sit with me ( Read more... )

i'm a caved artist.
i'm premature.
sharing
wasn't
part
of
the
deal.
i got my degree.
now leave my
blocks
sweet tarts
and ideals
alone.
can't you see i'm not done with them yet?

art is just a male circle jerk
stroke baby stroke
my cock
or over enthused
rhyme scheme
is bigger than yours
suck it.

my hood ( Read more... )

i thank god for you everyday.

when your body turns against you
when the world turns in your favor.
my skin has never been friendly.
pray for me.

only this time it was real
unlike the other three
streetlights
swings
and stairs.
this time
was
not
dirty.

i've been trying to write for a week how I feel about ( Read more... )