About someone who wants to get away and the only way she would be able to leave is if someone helped her.

A description of he in power who abuses it.

A dairy of my time inside.

Poem about drugs.

A mans walk with Schizophrenia.

I began writing this in October of 2005, while I was completely messed up getting high on a daily basis, all day every day, and I didn’t finish it until I finally got clean on September 15, 2006. It is one of my favorite poems that I have written, and I hope this could be a wake up call for anyone out there who has been or is going through the same hell I went through.

It’s time for you to meet the monster.

Poetic expression.

My rap about my meteoric rise to megastardom as da best rapper in da world.

A junkie breaks into a drug dealer’s stash house.