I always hated writing formats
Because if I wanted to be put into a format
I wouldn't be writing creatively
That's why I write freestyle

If anyone can understand the world of restrictions
It was me when I was a teen
I couldn't get away
And I hated it

Bu then poetry came along
And told me everything was okay
That there weren't rules
If I didn't want there to be any

But people started shoving formats in my face
Telling me that I should write this
But I didn't want to
So I didn't

I sat there on my computer,
And reveled in the fact that my freedom was in words
And that I didn't have to have rules
But even that was short-lived

Don't tell young artists
That they should do something different
Because you can't put a price on art
And you can't tell them what isn't art
And what is

I'm seeing clearly
Through the tears
Because what I need to see
Is something to do
Something to write
And so far I haven't found it
Behind these sleepless eyes
Because I am too tired
To deal with anything
Other than my drooping lids
And my tear crusted face
But other than that
Life is just great

The counted down when I would find my soul mate
It told me I would find him
When I found him
But now I am with him
And he's been treating me pretty bad
And he'***** me more than once
Told me he was sorry
When everything was worse

But these punches were mental
And the pain was "all in my head"
But I knew that more was happening
Than anyone could know
Because this was abuse, and I knew it
I've been living away from home
Because when your home is your mind
And it's being hurt,
You have to move out

And that's what I did
This is where my clock lead me
Into the rabbit hole
And nothing has been the same since

Looters break down the doors
Of I shop owners
And expect that this will help
I am too tired to say
That this is unnecessary
This is not a fiction book
And we can't destroy the country
That we are trying to fix
This all needs to be organized
And systematic
Because that is how we get the people
Who really are the bad guys
We dig deep and find who they are
Then we find out how to take them down

When we are aiming for equality
And people really need it
Should we start pointing out the difference?
Why don't the signs say, "Lives Matter!"
Instead of something so specific.

The thing is, we are equal as humankind
But we are each so unique
So can we ever really achieve
This amazing thing called equality?

Crystalline eyes
Clear as water
Clouded by drugs
Not knowing who she loves

**** turned into *******
And ******* into LSD
LSD into ****
And those crystalline eyes
Turned into methamphetamines

Crystalline eyes
Staring through me
Turned into rocks
Shrouded by a fog of misery

Why did she want to be
So crystalline?

Music might be
poetry,
sung in grief,
in joy,
in sonorous voices.
With high pitches,
and tones.
Leaping much too deep.
A loud and clear,
periodically wordless tone.
A music piece
might be a love note,
with pure emotions
running deep.

A piercing of life's purity.
Of trust's transformation
into pitiful betrayal.

Dirge's death tune.
An ode, a praise song.
An elegy,
with instruments finely shaped.
The result of an innovative
craftsman's energy.