I will not behold the extinction of her species,

The people want her lost, without needs,

She is all of what I cannot believe,

Packed into a little body that breathes.

As she inhales the toxins of her rotting enemies,

The acrid aromas provide her with nose piercings by enmity,

I cannot save her from her obviously poisonous tendencies,

I cannot devolve what she makes entities,

Her loneliness is cultivated by her own refusal of company,

It spills into her lifestyle and reproduces abundantly,

She lays with void in which only she chooses to accompany.

Thoughts of why fill her nights,

When she applies all awry to her plights,

A miracle, it may be,

To bend her back straightly,

Her emotions gravely,

Affect her hills greatly,

The stretch toward the sun,

I cannot make her numb,

She is cold,

Her motives are old,

She has sets of minds untold.

B, begins her name, I am now trying my hardest to question what bodes her death,

I will be seen of, aside her ego and utter refusal,

I will begin to step out of the place to reach what is beautifully hidden,

In pain, I can see, she suffers, she is lonely,

I will take what is me,

And permit her free,

From her silence, horror, and disparity.



In their spacy dreams,
Lie fragments of me to be,
Analyzed and deemed,
A devil freed.

Chunks of brain remain,
Between cracks of teeth,
The juice it seeps.

But to know that reality is true,
I am but no dream, but merely inside of you,
Your mind, your heart, your soul,
I am the piece that remains cold,
You cannot leave me,
Or not, whether you believe me.

Mind games to which my moves are made,
Blind moves to which my games are played,
From intuition my hands are guided,
The fate of our existence is never decided.

I rest with feet aloft,
You scream, you scream, your screams are soft,
Forming the clouds from which I lay,
Built upon lumps of beautiful dismay,

Tomorrow will be a blackened rise,
Which really should come to no surprise,
I am the hole in your structure,
That expands, expands, expands, and ruptures,
My tendencies do not fail me,
Justice to my needs defeating the wants that ail me.

No Notion

But I wish her to mean less than she does,
Tickled cheeks,
Bring about jumping skin and irritable feet,
She could of been more whenever she was.

Like motion pictures? Do the emotions be,
Lapping hearts but twice,
Drumming hearts break ice,
Beating better feelings free.

Open a happy mind to drop words of contempt,
Point the fallen words toward injustices,
That boons go limp,
As a soul just as his,
Holding the pain of his dying world,
I want no woman but a dying girl.

A Hymn

I see nothing, but headless necks,
That dangle atop mushy bodies that wet,
The ground beneath their weather met,
The rain of them wet a leather hat.

Water cascades the rim,
Her lightening grenades his limbs,
Crackling notates the hymn,
Of a requiem written for him.

“A day of peace for me,
1 day at least of three,
For my steps doth fail,
Pry no door open to hell,
To think it’d be alone,
Was an edict carved in stone,
Before my days of breath it was,
Mixed within me blood,
A day of mourning doth come,
To mourn what life hath done,
A silent descent to grave,
A silent end to age”.


A open window’s tonal pitches,
Scream into empty rooms,
Unpleasant frequencies penetrate through the wall,
I wish to be deaf.

Mother spoke of an ending world,
The smell of earth’s breath reeked of turmoil,
The sparking lines hug burning trees like fine fit coils,
The weighted rain promotes the storms worth,
From which gave chaos birth,
And granted peace a quick death,
I wish I was deaf.

The piercing sounds of shattered glass cut through the beating drums of the active ears,
The reactive eyes to hyperactive tears,
That pour like tilted cups,
From overwhelmed tear ducts,
Sore eyes now strain from now not much,
But a painfully bright light that forces eyes shut,
I wish I was blind.

Yells of torment drench the streets,
Entrenched in an array of different heats,
That carefully scorch the feet completely,
And pull the numb meat discretely,
Away from your torched toes and burnt feet,
From inflamed buildings the people leap,
Into homed buildings the smoke seeps,
Mama always spoke of the ending days,
When the sky would be broken and filled with deeper grays,
The cemeteries empty and roads blocked with
steep graves,
Mother, joked of in clever ways,
As smoke fills home, mother prays,
I grab her sleeve, mother prays,
I grab my brother, mother prays,
As these walls concave mother prayed,
I wish I was blind.

By breath, we are forsaken,
By theft, we are taken,
By death, we are mistaken,
Unconscious we are but building a home in our minds,
That cannot be taken by mankind,
That cannot be dated by time,
That is just and divine,
Robust and highly inclined,
Like pink necks of flamingos,
With a bit of curve the house shows,
The peace holds our breath,
We slept, for hours,
To wake to white,
No sound hugging with evidence of no sight,
I slept.


Platonic are my intentions,

Those I see as extensions,

Of blissful me,

Dismal’s three,

Times two feet beneath,

The open wounds I chew with teeth,

Keep the valleys low and hills steep.

Pure are my motives,

Noble and purposive,

Fragmented and collected,

Accepted yet rejected,

From a heart sure and a body confused,

Comforting the closest of those we choose to delude,

In sections, lies a body dismembered by discord,

Broken by disharmony,

Separation alarmingly,

Subtle to the virgin eyes ignorant to blood.

I will hand three cups of me, to you,

To quench a thirst long unsettled,

Nettling taste bud pains test your mettle,

Stabbing the mouth with sparks of dark shards of condensed light,

Like bombs restricting sight,

Be here tonight…

For tomorrow will wake a sleeping beast,

Long slept for weeks,

Intentions may bend to break,

Purity may be burnt at holy stakes,

For now is now, and I now cannot own tomorrow’s fate.

The Second Eugenics

In 2015, regarding their wastefulness, humans have since been barred from reproducing,
While legislative laws stand loosely,
The bill remains teemed with holes,
Such as there being no specifications for women beyond the age of 50 years old,
In which we believe they see as fertility’s end,
But where does that leave the sexual active men?

Recent studies have shown an exponential rise in sexual relations between men over the age of 50 with younger women,
A study done by independent journalist/researcher Marcy Clemons,
The study began two months after the law was finalized, after swiftly reading the bill,
Government stating “every woman will be legally bound to contraception”, or the “pill”,
“Doctors will work closely with patients to ensure a healthy outcome is sought”,
In late 2016, a little over a year after what government officials are calling “The Second Eugenics Movement”, teachers were giving modified lesson plans to be taught —
Regarding sexual education,
Another loophole in legislation,
Was that the bill did not explicitly state restrictions on children under the age of consent.

Chaos fills the streets in form of flames,
As rioting neighbors point toward the government in blame,
Many women have reportedly refused to take the pill,
Causing the wound the nation dealt to its people to heal–
Nightly, screams of protesters deaf the block,
Still exhibiting the same awe and shock,
From the week the bill was made public,
Eugenics now even more a controversial subject,
Than the years before,
Hospitals now no longer advertise an open door,
To pregnant mothers,
For threat of arrest causes them to birth in cover,
The capital’s way of protecting earth,
By abolishing human birth.

Of course, people of power have been shown to somehow sidestep the law by flaunting their pregnancies on television,
And not receiving reprimand for their decisions,
To blatantly elude the birth law and its provisions.

Since 2015, census data has greatly decreased in spades,
Even with legislation loopholes with age,
Families have began promoting underage sex in order to prolong their bloodline,
15 and 16 year old in the eastern states have been parentally inclined–
To bare a child,
While resorts may be wild,
The struggling population is doing all that it can to unhold its numbers,
Despite governmental plunder.