"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

"I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it in a book for safe keeping. I look down at my thighs and see the words "die" and "you won't be missed" etched in to my skin, glowing in the lamp light. I reach for the Advil on my desktop and open the bottle, throwing my head back and gulping down as many as my throat would allow. I sigh and stumble to my bed, a wicked smile on my face and an excited feeling in my stomach. Awaiting death makes me feel alive.

Because I can. This describes how I feel sometimes and other times it's just cuz. There is nothing seriously wrong with me I think...

❝he was there for 37 days, she needed him for a thousand more❞ 189 5/6/15

cuts take over our lives and forever they will be there

Four cuts Four poems Keep on keeping on

a series of poem for you to interpret.