Anxiety

Tell me three completely random things about yourself.

I’m 6’4, a psychology major and I want to bring people together through writing!

Trap Door

A cold breeze covering my chest, Sending chills down my spine.

Watching what we had fading like time easing.

Thought we were ever lasting but you’re forever changing.

Going from everything I want to nothing I need.

Should of listened to my friends, they saw it coming like a prophet.

Telling me to put my feelings in pocket.

Stay solid.

Watch who you fall for, but I can’t help who I fall for.

It’s like a trap door.

Stuck between these floors.

Can’t escape these flaws.

It’s like I’m coming home from war.

Post dramatic stress.

I don’t get a lot of rest cause when I see the sun set, I see you.

Endless Cycle

You hurt me and I hurt the next.

It’s how the game goes.

It flows with no remorse.

Leaving hearts in parts.

All out of sorts.

Love is an art but pierced in the process.

Everyone moving on without healing from the ex, hurting everybody next.

It’s an endless cycle; different variables.

Midnight

At night is when the darkness come to flirt.

It’s jealous of your joy.

It hopes to destroy with no remorse.

In torch your thoughts.

Exposing your faults.

Depleting your source.

Your endorphins running thin.

Walls closing in.

These mental wars has no end.

Want to scream for help but no one understand.

Nor do they care to give a damn.

This pain is in command.

Now you’re sitting in a pool of your own sweat.

Living through all your regrets.

Within yourself you digress.

Your stress take center stage.

Putting on a show for the ages.

Taking a bow for your devastation.

Black Man

I’m black but also human.

I’m a man but I also have emotions.

Can’t show no fear but I’m freighted.

A bullet can come my way, from a cop or op that looks just like me.

Deep down, I struggle with that notion.

I want to see everyone grow.

Be the best that they can be but we fight these burdens of everyday life.

It’s layered on top of us.

Layers that prevents us from seeing our true self.

They say we’re hiding but we’re buried.

Suffocating, gasping for air but no one hears.

Or do they even care cause we’re men that are black and the odds are always stacked.





Who Am I ?

Poisoned by the bonds that ties.

Your inner self is so shy.

Hiding behind a culture’s eyes.

If you don’t follow the dotted lines, you get the evil eye.

You conform cause your faults are magnified.

Tired of hearing your own cries, you find a mask to disguise.

Your identity losing supply.

Who I am?

Sensation

I miss your sensation but it’s gone like plantation for the slaving.

I’m caving off this Hennessy.

Dreaming of your canopy.

Losing my sanity cause I want you here with me after what you did to me.

Feeling so stupidly cause I’m fluent in this misery.

Asking why pain so glittery.

It tempted me now I can’t be free.

You got the to deed to me.

I can’t escape the need to fight it like creed.

I hardly get any sleep.

Thinking of you when you out in the streets.

I was all for you but wasn’t for me.

Fatherless

You set the stage then vacated but your shadow still eclipses me.

Your path or mine, them lines are blurred.

I want to walk in your footsteps but who am I personally?

I took my mind from my body and thought how come we never spoke but I’m always talking to you.

I don't cry but its like I'm always shedding tears for you.

I started balling so we can be closer.

Looking to stands but every time, your seat empty.

Deep down, I'm empty. 

Suppose to be here but shots rang out.

Your bloody body, dropping, replaying like it’s the gamer winner.

Another black fatherless child.

It’s endless.

Senseless.

They asking why I’m so distant.

You was put in hearse before I learned how to mourn.

I’m still so torn.

yo. tell me about where you from. if you don't mind

I’m from New York

My energy is priceless but lately I been letting everyone pouch in like Tyson.

I was clueless that I was investing in sourceless Entities.

Allowing deposits from insignificant funds when I been giving out fortunes.

Extortion from the people I hold dear.

Depleting my shares for who would vanish when I need little bit care.

I been facing despair when no one is near.

I’ve become accustom to disappearing instead of asking for help cause for me, no one else is truly there.

A burden I came to bear but still lend a hand when I hear someone else cries.

Maybe it’s how I was raised.

My mother instilling me with generous ways.

Or I’m just a people pleaser that doesn’t know how to say no.

The most loyal or most stupidest.

A stewardess in pleasing but never in dismissing.

Maybe it’s a mission from divinity.

Embedding a large amount of empathy within me.

A coping mechanism to avoid my own vacancy.

Steadily engulfing myself in everyone else’s misery.

Knowingly knowing that the energy I receive take toll on me but I continue to indulge in things that’s no good for me.

I’m the biggest danger to me then any weapon formed against me.

Self inflected wounds that could of been avoided.

Mental trauma that still need to be sorted before else where involvement.

I just want to be dormant but everybody keep calling.