Fuck....

I've never been about spite. But I hate you. You can't begin to understand me. I always approach with open hand and open mind. But you will never know me. You'll never know my genius and my faults. You'll never know the laughs or the life I bring. You'll never know the happiness I make. The smiles that last for miles after I speak. You don't have seconds or minutes to spare. You don't have the mind or heart to care. You speak false proclamations and declarations. You claim to bleed and die for certain things. But you pass by them as you walk the street. You're impressed by color and inches. You're impressed by lies and speeches. I could dice my heart on a deli slicer and one piece would be more than you could ever handle. I wish I could see you age and wrinkle. Fade out like a star.

I'll cut off my ear for you dear, but don't gogh.

I'm not a word smith

I don't strike iron

But irony strikes me

Pretty peculiar

The lines I give birth to

Full of wisdom

Yet I don't heed

I craft my rhymes with a whittling knife

Form a pencil, stab myself in the heart, then write

I bleed on to this canvas

With each beat squirting splatter

You could finger paint a red Picasso

But face it, your frame can't hold this much gray matter

I find alliteration alluring

Freestyle

If my drink was as strong as my words, my vision would be blurred, my speech would be slurred, I'd struggle for breathe as my blood boils with alcohol, in peace id rest, like a leaf in autumn Id fall

Rapid eye movements

Comfortable
Complacent
Slipping into a warm bath
Falling asleep with candles burning
My mind is my time machine
Isn't it funny?
The past comes back to life
Their faces appear like polaroids
All the girls and boys grown
I'm trapped here in stasis
Will anyone remember me?

Just thoughts

At some point you have to stop being the victim. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stop pointing the finger. Stop making excuses. Be the change you want. No one is going to make your life better for you, except you.

I'm taking a trip through my memories. They destroyed that place we used to eat. I remember you'd take me there. Friday nights for dinner, a weekly treat. I was a big eyed child with nothing but the future. I didn't realize I'd hold on to the pain. I'm a grown man now, and of you I am ashamed.