You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

I feel like I could be the swan That you have set your sights upon I’ll give my all to reach the Sun And won’t stop ‘til our hearts are…

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.

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

She’s a bad-ass bitch That talks with a lisp And I pity the fool that would fi… She’ll shove your face in the dirt And make your everything hurt