I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.
Yet,
when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.
Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid
Dues.
I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.
Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.
Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.
Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.
Right?!
Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.
What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending
Myself!
Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.
Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Lol!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.
Life….. Or…… Death…..
So much to say from antisocial voices…
I’m the voices of them that tryed to speak…
Idolized by street codes I’ll never break…
I’ve broken, fractured the homes I’ve never loved…
Homes to groups that never loved me…
How the fuck is this home…
I lived in the terror dome times…
The way I travel is true…
The day I battle…
Its me…
I’ve battled myself…
Losing each time…
Why do I do this to myself…
Self worth is worth pennies…
No one can ever get me out of my debt…
I’ll ransom myself off…
I died today…
Rest in peace…
So sad my life
ended like it started.
Addiction…
I couldn’t shake
it so I dissolved
in my own bag
of brown sugar.
The pain it wouldn’t
stop, the flames
were very hot and
I’ve stained the
minds of lots,
but only after death.
No pot to piss
in so I stole yours.
Bewildered…
Kicking in door
after door only
to find more
problems on
the other side.
Your irresponsible
lectures turned me
out. Making me
heartless.
This is evidence
that supports
and confirms
my statements.
I laid on her
stomach at
night rubbing
my fingers on
her cesarean
scars and she
took her
pocket knife
that was already
stained with
her past lovers
blood and
stabbed me
in the back
and twisted
the blade
until it broken
in my flesh
to create
more pain.
I didn’t die
from that.
I died because
I loved for
one second to
many and
turned my back.
That was
the first time
my tears created
acid that
dropped in my
hands and burned
away the calluses.
I am so glad to
be dead.
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 