Worthless Degree

I come to college

with the hopefulness of learning

But I tell myself that art

comes from within,

not learning from someone

And even if I do pick up

some tidbit of experience

at what cost?

At the cost of a few hundred grand

A few hundred grand

that will take me the rest of my life

slaving day after day

to finally pay off

Then, at what price is the worth

of learning

if I cannot experience

what I’ve learned

Dead

Pull the trigger

Don’t think twice

Think fast

Bullet lodges into brain matter

Guts hit the ceiling

Blood on the wall

Your brain caved in

like a crater on the moon

Dead

You finally did it

Now you have nothing to look forward to

Aren’t you glad you did it?

I sure am

Now your pathetic existence

won’t trouble anyone, anymore

No one ever loved you anyway

Fucking worthless pile of shit

Political Gods

Politicians,

like their religious predicators

look down at people like slaves

And the people,

they look up at politicians,

like Gods who will win their salvation

They give people a simple solution,

praise me or perish

Put all hopes in leaders and all will be fine

But to deny this,

means death

All one has to do is look around

And see-

How cruel the world is

The best our lords have to offer?

If so,

one has to ponder,

What this says of heaven,

if their influence is religion

Modern people have abandoned God

And they also abandon,

spirituality

Why is it however,

that mankind still holds on to the idea of-

Master

The idea of individuality is still to come

Government,

derived from the idea of religion

God’s ruling their slaves

Hoping they never question

Delving Into the Mindset of a Macho Teenager Who Hates Poetry

Three black boys,

walk up the street and say,

“Who sits outside all day... and READS!”

Oh, how I fell sorry for these kids,

for they’ll spend the rest of their days,

glued to a screen,

for they’ll not know the joy of language

And is it not ironic,

as I sit here reading one of my favorite poets,

Terrance Hayes,

who is also black?

Portraying their macho attitudes,

I sit here and smile,

with joy

For their loss,

as cliché as it sounds,

is my gain

One Thousand Years

One Thousand Years

When I was twenty

I thought of when I was fifteen

I thought of how juvenile I was

When I was thirty

I thought of when I twenty

I thought of how immature I was

When I was forty

I thought of when I was thirty

I thought of how much I’ve changed

When I was fifty

I thought-

IF I could live one thousand years

What would I think of myself now?

Two Short "Poems"

Here's two quick little things I wrote about a year and a half ago when I was going through my depression.

Insane

I'm going insane
Scoop the insanity
With a spoon
Out of my brain! 

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Stoned Love

 I look into the eyes of my loved one
and she asks me,
"What color are my eyes?"
"Blue," I answered
She sits there and stares at me with beauty...
"No, I mean are they red or not? I'm stoned as shit," she replies

Three Pillars of the Universe

*This is more prose rather than poetry*

Three Pillars of the Universe

I'm not a religious man
But a spiritual person

I don't believe in purpose
But for the individual to make his own purpose

Nor are my hopes in-
God
Religion
The State

The individual is the center of the universe
And the universe is the center of the individual
Neither is separate, but one

Self Induced Death

Tiny fragments of teeth shattering

A bullet penetrating the soft pallet

Right before it hits the gooey tissue

Thoughts of, “I wish I hadn’t” occur

Like dropping a marble

Into a gigantic bowl of jelly

The jelly explodes

Bleeding internally

Blood gushes from the inside out

Gun hanging limp in cold fingers

Dead

What thoughts do you have now?

Romance

Romance

A man with red flowers

Approaching a woman’s door

Entrancing her with his so called love

He gives her many gifts

Roses

Chocolate

Fancy Dinners

Nothing seems to grasp her attention

He wonders why she doesn’t notice

For maybe it’s because

She's not so easily entranced by a pile of shit