I don't wanna wake up to the sounds of alarms beeping
I don't want my sole purpose of getting out of bed "to ring you up at a register"
Waiting and waiting for an off day to finally come around
Guess that's why they tell you early to "follow your dreams" to go to college"
To be honest I am really sick of waiting
Especially when the path is right in front of me
Begging to be recognized.

Sober Poetry
Boastin at ferocious levels
Knock em dead
Adjust your peddles
Let me see about your openess
More like an overgrown need to control a sitch
I'll beat the basic *****
Right outta ya
Leave you destitute  to find your way out blindly
'Cause that's how you learn right?

Where do we go now
After forging empires
Just to tear them down?

Wasting days
by pacing
afraid of the intake
I've been craving too much lately

Starting to doubt my own will
we base it off what we build
The objective: to thrill
Invent new ways to feel

React gradually
the moon lit up a battle scene
It's A childish dream
to resist the whispers
and then fall asleep
it's hard to breathe

recoil

They're bulldozing over your gravesite
To make more ******* apartments
Hey! Let's add more idiots to the mix
To forget you exist
This is where we'd go to hid our secret
No one will ever know the extent of it
So I throw your poetry in fire pits
To resurrect your presence
In the here and now my angel
I'm so elated you found peace
Though, I'm stuck under construction
Seeking ways to embrace the living
Were seperated by dimensions
Intention is key
I reach out for your hands everytime there's a breeze
You couldnt even give me a reason
Let alone write a letter
About what went down during your last fight to get better
Oh, i cried violently same as each false alarm
Each time you challenged death
He came back stronger than before
I want you to hammer away
On my puny brain
Take my memories
But leave their stain
Because not even I can embrace it's rich paint

Personality is caustic, volatile, and drop dead goofy to a fault
I'll make you gasp
then **** your britches
Back to basics maven,
mayhem is what my DNA strands are made from..
I'm good at keeping you guessing
or in constant edge of your seat distress.
Let me learn you some lessons, take your spirit on a walk
Little by little
I'll undress it.
My personality in one shot
I'm a Cosmic freak
with a dash of silly antics.

Man is the only being who knows he is alone
Enclosed in echoes
Blankets and old clothes
Coagulate to make my den feel more home
I am full
I am present
Buffering my way to the message
I no longer crave the mess
Because I am a tool that tales
drip through,
It doesn't matter what distress
I have hammered in myself
Suffering aint a selfish thing
It's stuffed into every scream
Every memory, every piece we squish together
To show others we are whole
We should know we're not alone
We can reach 7 billion other monkeys
With soley a phone
we can also fill our void
With something of sustenance
Like poetry,music, Sci-fi, religion
This way we'll never go hungry again