"My Prison"

 
I have survived.
A prison not made of stone,
But of flesh and bone.
I keep fighting
The neverending pain;
The doubts in my brain.
I have falling
Because of my heart
And soul torn apart.
I have lashed out
Against my wife.
The joy in my life.
I try to believe
There is a cure.
To live once more.
I'm holding on
To a glimmer of hope
Even when I mope.
I am pushing on
For I still believe
And refuse to grieve.

"Autumn Fate"

 Trying to find happiness

In a world full of nastiness.

Trying to seize the fucking day

As all hopes of peace go away.

Campus riots against genocide.

The police enforcing suicide.

War exploding in The Middle East.

Nuclear bombs wait to be released.

No solutions besides total anarchy

Flames of chaos destroy democracy.

A king longs to be finally crow

As everything burns to the ground.

One vote away to total annihilation

One vote from breaking the nation.

One bomb causing us to splinter.

One bomb away from nuclear winter.

Our broken backs against the wall

As we determine our fate this fall.

Will we finally reunite in peace,

Or will we shatter into pieces?

March 2024 Update

After much debate, I'm going to start posting more recipes and culinary tips on here. I'm still going to post my writing and thoughts about technology as well. Either way, I hope to post more often. 

"Tired"

Tired of the fear.

Tired of the rage.

Tired of the tears

Trapped in a cage.

We need a prospect.

We need our dreams.

We need more respect,

And less silent screams.

Over all of this bullshit.

Over all of foolish pride.

Over all of the empty clips

Fueling zealous genocide.

They hide behind doors.

They hide behind plans.

They hide behind the poor

The souls they've damned.

Rise up; fight the power.

Rise up for this November.

Rise up in our darkest hour.

A day history will remember.

Tired of the fear.
Tired of the rage.
Tired of the tears
Trapped in a cage.
We need a prospect.
We need our dreams.
We need more respect,
And less silent screams.
Over all of this bullshit.
Over all of foolish pride.
Over all of the empty clips
Fueling zealous genocide.
They hide behind doors.
They hide behind plans.
They hide behind the poor
The souls they've damned.
Rise up; fight the power.
Rise up for this November.
Rise up in our darkest hour.
A day history will remember.

 

"Adrift"

 
Adrift in the winds of uncertainty.
Questioning reality designed by AI.
Society is a bomb with a short fuse;
Chaos has its finger on the trigger.
The world is spiraling into anarchy.
Rich boys escaping in phallic rockets
As the poor riot over a pointless pink cup
Only to further fuel the damn algorithms.
A country is an egomaniac's playground
As we loom closer to the world burning
With the final evolution of our destruction.
Nature will be forever scarred by the ashes.
As lines are drawn between blue and red,
Dividing a powder keg fueled by hatred.
The fuse timer delayed for this November.
The bringer of death will tally our fates.
Behind closed doors, the future is bought.
A pact paid for by the souls of the damned.
As we foolishly pray towards the neon gods.
Our last hopes adrift in the winds of chaos. 

"The Dancer"

She danced amongst the stars
While the scars of my past clouded mine.
Carefree and spontaneous as the wind
While I hid within a tempest of madness.
She tried to break down the walls within,
And release me from my cell of sadness.
My heart shattered into pieces by deceit.
My barren soul scarred by their madness.
She showed me a world full of happiness
Through tenderness and sincere empathy.
She put the pieces of my heart together;
Removed from my soul layers of apathy.
We dance together amongst the stars
As my past buried by the sands of time.
Our eyes burning with visions of hope.
No longer clouded by the scars of my past.

As I stay planted in the sands of time.

Her eyes burned with visions of hope