you see these poems?
obviously
I don’t know what I’m going to say
but you’ll listen anyways
those ears on your head, they’re my way in
wait for it, you’ll feel me while you’re busy with sin
are you tired? too bad, the holes will be filled
or you can just leave, if that’s your will
I don’t mean to be negative, or maybe I’m kidding
when life’s a joke, you forget to laugh
every time I write it’s lack an attack
what just happened? 
it isn’t what you expect
I bet you like it though, look at your red neck
nazis at least had some kind of goal
but look where it got them, 
welcome hell, here’s some mold
if I was a plant, I’d die of boredom
if only to get somewhere new
you only fall when you trip
and you only trip when you don’t want to fall
particularly when wearing heels too tall
if I look sexy, will you listen more?
probably not, but I still want to be hot
maybe it’s a fixation with loneliness 
so I’m lonely, so I’m alone
now what?
humor, my best friend sorely missed 
will it be funny if I make up stereotypes to diss?
this is the funniest thing that I’ve ever seen
Dear Knight,
your time is here
save me now, eliminate the fear
nothing plagues me with certain unrest
have you ever asked too many questions?
curiosity killed this cat
the bottom of the well, home sweet home
here look at these bricks, they’re beautiful
I’m crazy
if nothing is what exists to me, I am a nowhere man
see these powers? anything’s possible, after all
identity is a joke on a small plastic card
wisdom is the truth we must discard
I made a rhyme, now see, that means I’m a poet
manipulation of words, a car I drive
steering into depression
fuck, I need a map
I don’t want anything, except to find everything in nothing
it’s not so confusing, you’re listening, aren’t you?
I would paint the wind if I knew it’s color
unfortunately it doesn’t have a mother
I’ve been waiting on time my whole life and more
I die when I sleep, and it’s awfully nice
death perhaps is the same without nightmares
is heaven a dream? a dream of a dream
next time I die I’ll walk on clouds
or maybe I’ll just rest, this world is too loud
I’m tired, too tired, from the battle of emotions
please stop that, dear me, you little tyrant
or are you? I can’t see, I can’t know
sometimes you let your slip fall 
but I want in deep
yes I’m grotesque, lustful and greedy
more of you, less of me, the same thing no matter what
I just wish I could get out of this rut
maybe if I write a line or two more
I’ll be able to figure out what the fuck is in store.