Autobiography.

i had a dad but he died.

i never had a big brother.

i’ve been alone my whole life.

no disrespect to my mother

because i know that she tried

to do the best that she can,

and although she gave me life

a woman can’t make a man.

in the school of hard knocks

i am self-educated.

and no, i will not stop

until the day that i’ve made it.

i am the oldest of 3.

my brothers look up to me.

i was destined to lead

and prove how great we can be.

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters."


terrorists.

who defines terrorism?
what is a terrorist?
who do they harm?
who do they benefit?
don’t fall for the images
they’re trying to scare us with
the most dangerous terrorist
just might be American…

idk.

looking for love on all the wrong spaceships
colliding with comets that have never been touched
in my own space because their place is just makeshift
been awhile since my planet got to spontaneously combust

imagine a volcano with no chance to erupt
gravity so strong that you can’t even jump
an itchy feeling on an area your hands cannot touch
imagine all the pressure and the pain that’s built up

imagine a lion roaring, confined in a bird cage
a book that only lets your eyes graze the first page
the world’s greatest performer who cannot get on stage
imagine all the days containing bottled up rage

shooting stars represent the life that we live
a small amount of time to make a really big wish
wasting time wishing you’ll get that or get this
we don’t even realize the glorious moment we missed…

Lost (Short Story) [Pt. 1]

on the 501st day of summer, i woke up in a bed of confusion.

how did i get here?

oddly enough, i was in my own room, but i had never felt so far from home. nothing’s really changed but everything felt different. all i remember is these past few months flying by, similar to a plane spiraling out of control.

this must be what a crash landing feels like…