Hey guys, here is my 2nd vlog. I briefly discuss some of my inspirations and how I write my poetry in this one. I actually put in some effort into editing this vlog, so, if you’d be kind enough to view it, I would greatly appreciate it.
Let me know what you guys think. 
This was a piece I wrote a few months ago in my English class when I fell in love with my ex. Although I knew the relationship would fail, I didn’t want to let go because of the feelings I had for her….
This right here is a recuperation test
This piece is intended to see if my work really ran dry
But, instead of a poem, I chose to rant in poetic format
Today was a better day
Yesterday, mental stress was imposed upon me
Today, it is more physical
My stomach stings
Nausea tempts the nearby trashcan
I don’t know where it is, however
It’s probably by Ms. Walker’s desk
Or by the homework trays
Well, now, it seems to be a pressure in my chest
Is it the lack of rest or the mucus accounting for the cough?
Either way, it is uncomfortable and annoying
On the other hand, I plan to tell her that I’m in love
Again, I am in love… but I’m more than prepared to tell
Fully prepared
I really do mean it
It seems like a win or lose situation, still
My aim is to win her heart
If I am to lose, than forever we’ll be apart
I most certainly don’t want things to come to this
Maybe this purple-bat ring will verify the marriage
That is, if I even get to see her
I’ll be waiting in the spot…
Waiting for you to come…
Hey guys, I’m happy to announce my first vlog. To be honest I’m unsure what to vlog about at this point so if you have any suggestions let me know.
By radiating sun, may the masses extinguish their feeble desire, will or woe
But for me, I seek the glows of guidance underneath a razor’s eclipse
The patchwork horizon is as untouched as your flesh, which is my flesh
And which is my test is also your test
The sky is foreign
The moon is frozen
The kisses on the pavement are noted with faint blackness
Because I warn of these speckles as they begin to bare color
A, um, application of lids is summoned under lids, the eyes
They are grotesque monstrosities, these visible marks of concern
The blackness is coming and it will consume existence
However, perception is deception – I await here, without consciousness
I’m pondering in a pond of fiber as the night grows thick
The ash coat is even tickled by luminous reflections
Society will be swallowed by roaches
These roaches are only visible to the lifeless lenses of positioned cameras
Not media
No media
No mind
Not mine
About, mmm, two or four or three or more scores
I’m torn by the hangers, by the anger from a stranger
My life is danger and my brain is unstable
Keep your distance, darkness
This is my saddest attempt to try something new
The line before really was written in cursive
I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new
But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit
Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry
It was destiny for me to be insane, I can see it in the sky
No time to rhyme, nor reason to express; zero consent
I wonder how many feel this
Rather, how many care?
You may read, but can you hear?
I go… nowhere
Just like that, my mood flips and turns
And upon my return, muy mind rejects concern
My mistake is, where, where
Who’s there?
You, there
Truth-slayer
Tooth-decayer
Why did you bring me to you lair?
I’ve always given you my all – my robe, even my hair
This is, is so, so unfair
Lost in word
Infrastructure in smile, congruent to tile
Thought is vile, but only for a little while
So smile; so sorry, I’m running out of room on the page
Which means an idea will too, give birth
I guess this is my finale for the night
I L-L-Love you and that’s that to say
Your name, your aim is to burn by the flame
Your game, is to be played until the end of days
I’m out of words
Thank you
What it it that you’re pretending?
A slap to the chest – the result of an angered grimace
Discomfort to the banana ants
I know your story
A “never-will-be” type of treatment
I see all corners of your glass.
Fool yourself with the foolishness of approach
Yellow like the bus of “young scholars;” like the disgust in my reflection -
To see what you DARED to do!
To take step in a direction of calming auras – my wooden and starved throne, before the wandering eyes.
Broken.
Shattered.
Mop away that…
That “for me…”
That lane of lies – those of which I do not care to partake in…
Make sure to send me that poison – as if – make sure to bake a newer batch.
A Potassium connoisseur
A sewer of relations
A devastation to relationship
The shallowness of a kiss.
Find my words
Dig beneath the putrid tiles on which you walk
I don’t need anything – not from you, not from I
But as the robotic response is delivered, mailed and such, I foretell what is told.
Behold – you hold the mold – my heart – NEVER MORE
But, my surest mail-woman, return to the offices of dual tribulation
Two of one kind…
Ants ate the will – so ask them if you will – if they too tingle from your tainted touch
Too much laughter..
From me…
Because I now know what it is that you are…..
You are as the banana ants.
That dude Eddie is so sexy, yet so intricate. Nevertheless, increase the peace and spread the love! We're all sharing the same planet, so we've gotta' make it last. Squarelife. *Draws a square in the air.*
