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Something (anything pt. II)

I used to pray for anything to happen.
I felt stagnant;
paralyzed by the fear that I’d be nothing at all.
I still fear nothing,
but this time when I say that I mean;
I am truly without fear.
Unable to feel it,
because everything I had feared had happened already,
and here I am.
Nothing has happened to me,
and yet, here I am.
“prayed for any…read more

Injured Reserve.

I’m prone to injuries;
and forced to rehab as a result of these self-destructive tendencies.
But one day…
One day imma be the man that I pretend to be.
Don’t hinder me.
Just remember me.
Burn my remembrance in their memory.
Don’t just sing about me when I’m gone.
Turn my song into a symphony.
Cry for me, rage for me.
But promise that you’ll sa…read more

Fire Sign. (not a poem, just a state of mind.)

I feel everything. I am everybody.
one soul.
seven billion minds.
seven billion bodies.

Sometimes I think I’m God’s ghost;
living out the memories of my vessels before I’m laid to rest.
And so I wonder…
when did God die?
are we complicit? who’s the witness?
and when God cried, did they listen?

Theories that may never be confirmed…read more

Bloodsport.

I’m a sheep in wolves’ clothing.
Projecting the persona of a predator just so I can pray in peace.
I really pray for peace.
And poetry should be that for me.
But…
honestly it’s war for me.
A bloodsport to me.
I adore my fellow artists,
but I consider y’all rivals.
And though I frequent the high road,
it’s come to my attention that besting…read more

Anything (pt. I)

I pray for anything to happen.
My greatest fear is being stagnant.
I guess, in a way, I truly fear nothing.
Doing nothing damns me to a fate worse than death.
It cast me out to the land of the living dead.
Curses me to become a zombie;
Functional yet empty and dead inside.
Stained with the odor of rotting dreams; escorted by the stench of my…read more

Dirty Mirror. //// Injured Reserve. (Unfinished.)

“Dirty Mirror.”

Dirty mirror on the wall, capture my essence as I fall.

Dirty mirrors show reflections of a pure soul and a cluttered mind.
Tell my story.
Show me the things that I tend to coat in sugar.
Cut me when I try to handle shards of your broken remains without care.
Flatter me when my esteem allows it.
Expose just how backwards my wor…read more

for your consideration.

“In my thoughts reside some of the most heartbreaking scenes unknown to mankind. Sometimes I think my pain is the greatest thing to have happened to me. Every memory takes a stab at the soul. An empty stare accompanies every inner monologue. And obviously, a fractured heart comes with the fantasy of a happy ending.”

“In my thoughts reside some…read more

Write a poem about a dream (or goal) that came true

Dear young(er) Atarrius,

You wrote me so many “dear future self…” letters in the name of manifestation. I thought I’d finally write you back in the name of closure.

Since I’m writing 2014 Atarrius, that means it’s been less than two years since your world stood still. They took your big brother, but they might as well have took your soul. I know right now you’re plag…read more

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