celebrity

king of the world
like i’m leo in titanic,
taking some time out
from #15 for this one,
the legend of the fall,
am i abel or brad?
doesn’t matter, this
is when i come alive.
patiently waiting for
the new one to drop,
but i take my time and
i make sure it’s right,
and i know just how to
keep them waiting and
i give them my hundred
every single small time.

push out so much,
not even logic can
keep up with this,
like the boy drake said
i live in my workplace,
i mean no disrespect,
i can’t diss like eminem,
but the day that i go
put out a bad poem
is the day nicki admits
that travis got to #1 and
did it fair and square.

i’m not a rapper, no,
but i write in rhythm,
i bet i’d be in demand
for these new schoolers.
lil xan need a ghostwriter?
not like he can spit anyway,
“i’m rich! i’m rich!” but he
can’t handle hot cheetos.
my words hit harder than
the xans, pumps, and uzis,
so what i don’t get views?
i won’t clout-chase for that.

i learned it from maya,
thrive, don’t just survive,
and i learned it from poe,
will i ever fail? nevermore.
was told not to be God, so
i’ll keep paving my way,
it’ll be written like nas,
but it’ll come from me,
a poet never sleeps so
i’ll keep pushing through,
light and dark, both soon,
took a break but back to it.

gotta love it.

barbie dolls

all she wanted
was the look,
she wanted to
be the barbie,
45 and a 24,
she changed
to a sculpture,
tear the plastic
and what else?
would we ever
see behind the
cluttered walls?
find the real her
behind the dark?

you’re beautiful, but
not when you starve,
don’t hurt yourself,
you deserve better.
all the makeup and
little body changes,
a little snip snip here
and a “fix” right there,
but suddenly, you’re
no longer yourself,
you don’t need them,
that, i promise you.

inside and out,
you’re incredible,
i know that you’re
extremely brave,
and you don’t need
to change yourself
to prove that to me.
your soul is all that
matters in the end,
so keep doing you
and love yourself,
you don’t need the
barbie doll treatment
to win the world over.

you only have one self,
so love what you have,
don’t feel like you’re
worse off without the
supermodel figure.
just the way you are,
you’re doing just great,
and none of your scars
can take away from the
beauty that you possess.

kindness?

this is for anyone
that tried to doubt
the sweet boy and
thought he couldn’t
keep going forward,
banging out concepts
and creating projects
the world can enjoy,
and holding the crown
when the odds say no.

14 albums in and i’m
still pushing further,
new records and highs,
and still getting better.
funny how the people
who claim they’re all
better off without me
are the ones that just
keep coming back to me.
the people that hate me
can’t stay away from me,
you can’t ignore me, you
know that you adore me.

desperate to try and
follow me through it
but you can’t tell the
truth to me, can ya?
act like you’re mad,
pretend i’m at fault,
but you keep sliding
right on back to me.
well i don’t have time
for the silly-ass games,
sorry you can’t join the
poetry king’s success.

who says i have
to be nice back,
when you tried
fucking me over?
you had you turn,
but now that’s it.
to everyone else,
don’t give in to
the people that
try to screw you.

like the boy said
back in april, be
“nice for what”
to these haters.
don’t be afraid
to show it off,
if you got it, go
flaunt that shit,
you didn’t work
your ass off to
let it slip away.

10. (untitled #10)

so…
this is the last poem
on this new album.

i guess i should try
to end it off with
some big statement,
since the last poem
is supposed to really
hit super hard and all.

uhh...i’m pregnant!

no, that’s dumb.

hmm...eat your fruits and veggies!

hell, i don’t even do that.

i dunno, i guess, uhh...
i have a new album, and,
you’ve already heard of it,
i’ll try to have it out soon.
uhh, i love you and i hope
you are happy and loved,
thank you for reading this,
and uhh...the mitochondria
is the powerhouse of the cell.

yeah, i think that’s good.

best i can do,
i get anxious
about all this,
it can be scary
releasing a lot,
so i just hope
people like it
and keep on
reading it and
supporting me.

that would be nice.

9. (untitled #9)

it’s 3:30 am now.

sometimes i think
it’s funny how i get
sudden bursts of big
writing inspiration at
the craziest times.

like, 5:30 in the morning,
just laying in bed, i’ll just
sit up and be like “oh wait!”
and just write out like a
long-ass poem and post it.

i always see posts
on socials where
people say how they
get inspired to work
at bad times and i’m
just like “yeah, feel that,”
since i’m always writing
at 3, 4, 5 in the morning.

guess it’s good then
that it’s monday and
i don’t have school.
get to sleep in now,
that’ll be fun for me.

oh wait,
that might make
people jealous.

gotta run.

8. (untitled #8)

i hope that i
never end up
like kanye.

he’s scary.

like, i get that
his music is cool,
but can he, like,
get attention with
the music and not
his wild-ass tweets?
like, if he just zipped it
and stopped trying to
say stupid things just
to get our attention,
it’d be easier to just
listen to his music.

like, jeez,
the shit people
do for clout, man.

no publicity is
bad for them.

it’s a mess.

7. (untitled #7)

so like,
why do people
get scared to
talk about sex
when i’m around?
like, people say
i’m super innocent,
but like, do you
really think that i,
a 20-year old man,
have never had any
sexual thoughts in
my entire existence?

come on, guys,
i’m not a baby,
have some faith.

hell,
on the flip side,
i’ve heard a lot
of tmi sex tales
in my life, too.

i have a brother...

and, friends that are
more sexually active...

so yeah...
i dunno why
you’d be afraid
to talk to me
about that stuff,
but sex is cool...

from what i can infer.

6. (untitled #6)

it was raining
the last time i
walked outside.

i kinda like walking
when it’s raining.

i dunno, i guess
it just feels dramatic
or something like that.

like when you’re
walking and you’re
listening to music
and a sad song
comes on while
it’s raining out.

just kinda cool sometimes.

5. (untitled #5)

i post a lot of things
on my social medias.

and like,
i get worried
that it’s annoying,
because no one
really tells me that,
but that doesn’t mean
they aren’t thinking it.

and my thing is,
i only post a lot
because i don’t
do much, so like,
i get bored easily.

i’d probably
post less if i
got out more.

but hey,
i’m a nerdy kid
that does almost
nothing but write.
good luck getting
me out of the house.

4. (untitled #4)

but,
i like life.

it’s like,
it can be scary
and so stressful,
but it’s still cool,
because you learn
from that stress,
and you have
a lot of chances
to grow from it
and be better,
so that’s neat.

and like,
there’s so much
you can do in life.
a lot of places to go
and people to meet,
so, i think, life can be
really tough for many,
but there’s a lot to like
and a lot of good things
about life in general, and
i think it’s worth trying to
find those good things.

yeah, i like that.

3. (untitled #3)

you know what’s funny?

i’ve dealt with
a lot of anxiety
this past month
or however long,
you guys know it,
but like, you’d think
school would be why.

but no.

because, like,
school’s been pretty
good for me and, like,
my classes are going
super-duper well now,
so that’s like the least
of my worries and stuff.

wait,
go knock on wood.

okay, cool.

anyway...
wait...
when people say
“knock on wood,”
how many times
are you supposed
to knock on it?
is there like a
“bad juju” if you
knock only once,
or if you knock
like fifty times?

idk man, life’s crazy.

2. (untitled #2)

you know,
a lot of times,
it’s taxing writing
so much poetry.
because it’s hard
to be, like, writing
one album and then
another concept just
pops right up on you,
and you want to write
both at once, but you
already teased the one,
so people expect that first.

like,
i still have to finish
“light / dark (💡 / 🌑),”
but...i dunno, there’s
so much more i wanna
write while making that.

like when i juggled
“one year” and “ill”
at the same time?
i was stressed then,
i just wanted to put
them both out at once.

huhhhhhh,
poetry is stressful.

1. (untitled #1)

you know,
i’ve honestly never
really been super
good with love at all.

like,
i get really attached,
and that’s why i don’t
crush all that much,
because i crush hard
in those few times i do.

like last year,
i really liked this girl.
i crushed on her for like
10 months or something,
but, there was someone
better than me for her.

and now it’s like,
there’s another girl
that i like now, and,
it’s like i don’t even
have a chance but,
you know, your heart
tells you not to say no,
even if your brain says
that it won’t happen.

but like...
ehh, i don’t really
wanna write anymore.

(untitled) preface

my 14th full-length album, and first after a roughly month-break from full projects, is simply called “(untitled),” in-joke behind that being that, a lot of the times, since i tend to write the poems and not give them titles until after they are written, i tend to just write (untitled) at the top of my notes, so i’m playing off that. this album is somewhat shorter, more “stream-of-consciousness,” and a bit more light-hearted than most of my previous works, but i had a lot of fun writing it and it’s really special. i hope you guys love reading it as much as i loved making it.

1. (untitled #1)

2. (untitled #2)

3. (untitled #3)

4. (untitled #4)

5. (untitled #5)

6. (untitled #6)

7. (untitled #7)

8. (untitled #8)

9. (untitled #9)

10. (untitled #10)

our world today

this one, i just…
i have shit to say…
no more silence…

okay, let’s go.

tough to stay quiet
when our biased
and non-compliant
guy in office acts
pompous and lawless,
backs a candidate that’s
been accused of rape,
but to trump, it’s okay,
because brett’s just great!
he doesn’t get the hate, to him
there’s no debate, it’s making
us irate, how he humiliates, baits.

but shit,
he’ll blow a gasket
if colin kapernick
knelt for the anthem,
get mad at him, but
he won’t take action on
the shit that’s happenin’,
cause a distraction to
protect his faction, but,
surely the dissatisfaction
won’t be such a good reaction.

but damn,
let’s just defend
a man, who can’t
keep it in his pants,
watch him dance over
his sexual advances.
this guy got involved
in gang rape? what
more do i need to say?
are you kidding me?
seriously? but you’ll
sit and play defender
to an offender if it
fits in your agenda,
fucking horrendous,
get these fuckers
out of office, all
their intolerance,
just so they could
have an audience,
this shit’s preposterous.

when will we hear
out the abused?
quit the shouts
of “fake news,”
there’s really
no excuse, for
the ones who
cause a ruse.
stand up and
hear the ones
speaking out on
asshole scums,
and think about
if those were
your daughters
and your sons.