Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like