Tox i c

I wish I could say that I did it on purpose

I wish I could believe that I will be different

I hope to believe it was the only way

because I certainly don’t want to breathe that air again.

I don’t know if I will ever escape

For what lies in the mind,

never really leaves,

But which may be hoped upon to stay in shadows.


Life, as it appears, is a series of decisions, and the dealing of the consequences of those decisions.
Side note: also mixed with a bit of go fuck yourself

My Mom

This poem is dedicated to all the mothers out there who do not set the right example for their children. Your daughters follow your example to a T so please do your best to raise them right. Out of love and nothing else.


Is the best mom

The way she teaches me.

We skip

We laugh

We screw around

We play on day after day.

Tomorrow's the day

She'll be back at a job

Says she won't be able to play. 

That's ok

Mommy will be back.

Like the laundry grandma does

It's a cycle on repeat

Day after day.

A wretched mean boss

Puts mom up for loss

Similar to the way

Dad gave her away.

That silly mean boy

Never treats me right

Mommy says like a plight

Day after day.

That's ok!

Mommy says out loud,

We'll just have fun

Shrug them all off

And play with a scoff 

As we turn our backs

Day after day.

This Freedom

I'm distant 

Lost in a maze 

with no beginning or end, 

just countless floors and halls.

It's like a dream

Interwoven with this false reality

cascading in and out of a revolving door

on schedule with no error

Yet no clock to listen to.

Is this freedom?

Or a slavery of burden 

that must be bore at the cost 

Of this freedom