"Imposter"

A stranger in the mirror.

A face I no longer recognize.

Who is this imposter standing

With a blank look in their eyes?

Trying my damnest avoiding 

At becoming another tragedy.

As the thin lines are blurred

Between fantasy and reality.

There's more to life than this.

There's more worth fighting for.

I want to see myself in the mirror.

I want to see myself as before.

My inner child wants to be free

From this prison of old bones.

Longing to leave behind a mark

Besides a mossy gravestone.

A stranger in the broken mirror.

A face I wish I didn't recognize.

Feeling like an imposter standing 

With a blank look in my dead eyes. 

There's more to my life than this.

Refusing to become a tragedy.

There's more worth fighting for

As I finally set my soul free.

"Imprisoned"

Imprisoned by their chains

Forged in the fires of our pain.

Past mistakes make us slaves

As we keep digging our graves.

Our blood and tears is their wine.

On our damned souls, they dine.

Our flesh scarred by their knives.

As they cackle in fucking delight.

No hope for our fucking salvation.

Forever caught in eternal damnation.

A Purgatory created by our vices

As we are tortured by their devices.

Imprisoned by their chains

Forged in the fires of our pain.

Forever caught in Satan's grasp.

For that fucking pill was my last.

Addiction destroyed my damn life.

Left a mess behind for my wife.

Now, forever a demon's slave

As I keep digging my own grave.

"Versus"

 It's not about me versus you.

It's not about red versus blue.

We're fighting like heathens

Slowly losing our freedoms.

Both sides are truly corrupt.

Both sides don't give a fuck.

They're cashing their checks

As we fight over what is left.

Divided by fucking ideology.

Fueling the growing anarchy.

Need to find common ground 

Before it's burned all down.

Anger always on the airwaves.

Saying democracy can't be saved.

Trying to draw lines in the sand

As inflatable frogs take a stand.

It's not about me versus you.

It's not about red versus blue.

It's about not starting genocide.

It's about not letting ourselves die.

"Suffering"

 Suffering through the anger and pain. 
Fighting the censorship and restraint.
Our thoughts will no longer be bound.
Our words will make a glorious sound.
Support the poets and the dreamers;
Not the artificial idiocracy schemers. 
Real art is not some algorithmic code,
But the experience of our living souls.
An empty canvas capturing imagination.
Each brush stroke reveals their creation.
The blood, sweat, and tears of their art
Exposing the world to their beating heart.
The arrangement of chords and lyrics 
Triggering every fucking harsh critic.
Write the damn song you want to sing.
Your true fans will be the ones listening.
We need to stop censoring imagination.
We need art to inspire our divided nation.
Let the stream of consciousness flow.
Let creativity and wonder freely grow. 

 

"Reflections"

 We danced in the rain;
Fought through the pain.
We wiped away the tears;
Faced our greatest fears.
Our hearts were shattered,
Our souls were left tattered.
On our pride, their egos fed.
Doubt seeped into our heads.
Looked through broken glass;
Saw reflections of our past.
Bared scars of our old lives.
Wondering how we survived.
We danced through the flames.
Every obstacle we overcame.
Only to grow older together.
A love that will last forever.

"Turning"

 Friends turning into enemies.
Enemies turning into friends.
Everyone I gave a damn about
Fucking vanishes in the very end.
Fighting depression and grief.
Spiraling down into the darkness.
My inner demons keep whispering
As I descend further into madness.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will only drag you further down.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will end up six feet in the ground.
This concrete jungle of the damned,
The monster inside me breaking free.
The shear thrill of the fucking hunt
Now consumes every part of me.
Satisfying my appetite for destruction.
The tearing of human flesh and bone.
Losing my fragile grip of my humanity.
My heart and soul turning into stone. 
Save yourself while you still can.
I will fucking tear your body apart.
Save yourself while you still can.
I will feast upon your beating heart.

"A Great Start"

 

Tired  of feeling down?

Your world always blue?

Eat some Taco Bell;

Take a mighty poo.

You may feel better.

You will feel at ease

Whatever you choose,

Please spray Febreze.

If still down and blue,

Pack another bowl.

Sit back and relax

Eat all the Swiss Rolls.

Whatever you do

Never eat crazy glue.

Because if you do

Your mind turns to poo.

I no longer make sense.

This poem had a great start.

So, I'll have to end it here

For that wasn't just a fart.