The Last of Us

Cows & BullSh*t

...my pen has slowed

 almost to a creep

the sins of old

have come to a peak

and runneth over

forth into my now

see bulls still sh*t

and i have a cow

as i press ink

as if it were gas

i crack my mold

and my mask

i stand hollow

space is my fill

for it moves me

when space is still

i reach out

magnet to field

broken down

anxious to build

broken spirits

and broken seals

i bought this cow

and bulls sh*t still

my phrases catch wind

my breath starts to flow

i race for the words

to express how i grow

approaching full gate

i can seemingly coast

no effort at all 

In what i just wrote

faster than light

unable to be seen

until reflected

you cant see the beam

warping my driv...

?...?

"What do we do now?"

is the question that most ask...

Don't ask dumb questions...

Smoking Aces

Role them sh!ts up

We don't need them

Our stressors are hungry

and we tend to feed them

and still beat them

Who needs a good hand

when i can play whatever im dealt

and still win

In the end

victory is my destiny

so f**k luck and poker faces

Losing's not an option

so f**k it 

I'm smoking aces...

The Notebook

Effortless

Effortless...

This poem was as its title...

The words brought themselves together...

Yet still quite tidal

They flow like waves

Currents like right nows...

Only to crack smiles

And raise eye brows...

My pencil has no eraser...

My pen slips and writes lines...

Neurons firing like weapons

And they're shooting at the blind...

Those with closed minds

Just sing to the preacher

Cook for the chef

And discipline the teacher

They water rain forests

And dry up deserts

Doing anything

Not to put forth the effort...

I do it effortlessly...

The Last of Us

the last of us will be cold

Moonlit Daze

The Sun shadows me. My darkness is my moonlight.

And the night goes on...

The Fall

Afraid to go to sleep,

My Prisoner

I hold him prisoner

locked away inside

amongst the darkest of my heart

and the shadows of my mind

he yells from deep within

he wails his tales of sin

and could cause my tail to spin

if i let him out of his pin

i let him out with the pen

but sometimes it's not enough

this is why for me to be free

i must keep him locked up

and if he ever shall escape

a lot of hell has broken loose

know that you should be afraid

when I'm not walking in these boots

for he walks alone

not even a shadow of doubt

or the light of belief

can keep up when he's out

 ...

Listen

Listen...

What's that?

It's something that most people don't do well.

Did you hear me?

Did you hear that?

If you did, then please, do tell.

...

Pause...

Were you afraid to interrupt?

Stop.

Don't talk.

If you heard me, then you're in luck.

Hear my words,

every verb.

Let them merge

with every nerve

and feel me.

I've got the nerve,

the way with words.

I get the urge

to get high like birds;

it heals me.

On it I splurge,

this, that,

and the th...