Will I ever do the right thing?

I don’t know, but every time I try

It ends up never working right

My life is a series of mistakes guiding me

To where, I do not know

It never ends, it never quits

It never ceases, but who gives two shits

Just you, my good friend

This anger will stay until the very end

No matter what happens

Slowly yet surely, the whole world blackens

What’s the point, why even try?

Eventually, I’ll cease to be, and die

I hate myself, and I don’t know what to do

Everywhere I turn, my answers are low and few

So I’ll keep trying to escape this hell

On the inside it burns, but nobody can tell

This little kid, making a fuss

Under my breath, I always cuss

“This little dude is wearing me out”

As he sits there naked, making a pout

He learned to take off his diaper last week

Lemme tell ya, parenting is not for the meek

Its tough as hell, and you’ll fumble a lot

Every single day is a mini battle to be fought

But at the end of the day, you’ll look at them and smile

As the feelers in your tummy begin to spin and rile

“Ya know, I think I can do this for awhile.”

All’s well that ends well…

Or so they used to say…

Safely here, in my cell

Oh, how these dark thoughts weigh…

Deep, deep within my skull

The voices, they scream out

“End it all, end it all!”

But these thoughts must be culled…

There’s simply no need to pout!

Only 350 years to stare at this wall.

Looking out on the day below

Nothing but doom and sorrow

Everyday, it’s exactly the same

Am I sure it’s really tomorrow?

My only source of light are the glowing poles above

My eyes always fully adjusted

To this present gloom all around

With this world, i’m always disgusted 

But then I realize something rather profound

That my inner world is only a reflection

And with this, everywhere begins to look a little brighter

I begin to see myself as perfection

Little by little, things get brighter and brighter

How could this have been so plain?

All I had to do was look within and smile

And say goodbye to all of my darkness and pain

I wrote these poems to a work friend who recently passed away, she will be dearly missed.

There once was a woman from New York

Who was tired of government pork

So she packed her bags

Said goodbye to some old hags

And didn’t end up looking like a dork

“#GingerPower”

Red hair is the best

Wouldn’t you agree with that?

Blazing with fire

What I would give, for just one more day

One more chance, to say what I needed to say

All those things I wish I could have taken back

Everything I wasn’t, everything I lacked

But to tell you all of this, there wouldn’t be a point

I can’t go back there, not to that joint

What’s done is done, I can’t return

From that relationship, a lot I’ve learned

I can’t depend on you to be my sky

My sun, my moon my stars, without you I’d have died

But now I’m better, and that’s all done

I sure as hell lost the battle, but the war within, I’ve won

It only takes a single thought 

And then the spiral begins

No matter how much I fought

Up come all of my past sins

I’ll try to get away, escape

To a brighter and better place

Keeping my noggin in tip-top shape

Only to keep falling in disgrace

I feel like there’s nothing I can do

No matter how much I try

No thing I feel like I should pursue

Letting all my interests die

So with another sleepless night

The day begins anew

How much longer can I fight?

Maybe ask yourself that, too

I can’t hella put into words

How much I miss my baby

Some say love is for the birds 

But they don’t know my lady

She’s cute and she’s cool

She loves to play games

When I see you I drool 

And for that, I cannot take the blame

I love your eyes

Your nose, your smile, your laugh

You make me rise (hell yeah)

I love doing things on your behalf

So my lover hum hum

Please accept these rhymes 

To your affection I succumb 

And I take you for all times

A slow, long stroll down the Las Vegas Strip

What I would give for just one more trip

To experience the glitz, the homelessness, the lights

All the bimbos, the beauties, the drunk fights

But to feel at home again, what a thrill

Until, that is, you check your hotel bill

With a smirk and your card, you punch your info in

And with a giant hangover, your journey back begins

One day you’ll return, to this paradise on earth

But only after you rebuild your self worth

As you check your bag and get onboard

You tell yourself “I hope that shit, they did not record”