Sunday, December 3, 2023

3. existential

another day
spent questioning
the same things,
just wanna be okay
but my brain
is in flames,
i’m running on fumes
because i can’t
stop focusing
on the thoughts
i don’t wanna have,
my thinking is obsessive
even when i’m trying
to rest it,
another bad spell,
except that this one’s
got my thoughts
feeling existential,
dread from a potential
quarter-life’s
got me feeling too reflective.

feels like
my life began
when i was 4,
wide-eyed in pre-school
and i didn’t even know
my own name,
like i blinked
and suddenly,
i’m alive,
what was life like
before that?
4.6 billion years
on the planet
but my memories
don’t last past 2002?
i just snapped awake
on that september day?
did i have a past life,
and if so,
why can’t i remember it?
the universe
is leaving me
with all these questions
but why can’t
nobody answer them?

i’m scared
of what’ll happen
when i die,
will everything
just fade black?
will i be forgotten?
everything could disappear
in an instant,
will all the hard work
be lost to time?
is it worth
even falling in love
when i know
they’ll leave this earth?
everybody faces
the same fate,
do people truly
reincarnate?
will i reawaken
under another name?
i know i’ll never
get the answers,
but that doesn’t mean
i’ll stop asking,
‘cause i’m too paranoid,
tryna lead
a satisfying life,
but happiness lasts
for only a fleeting time.

i’m terrified.

2. dependent

all that time
i spent talking
about growing up alone
is what i was
scared of the most,
i’m barely feeling
like i’m self-sufficient,
almost like i can’t
accomplish my missions
without supervision,
and no matter
how much i try
to convince myself
otherwise,
fear of abandonment
never subsides,
i feel like
i’m too much
to handle,
and i’m sorry
that i can’t
be better at it,
i’m really trying,
but i don’t want
to burden others
and allow my emotions
to smother.

it’s why i wanna tell
everyone i ever love
to run,
i’m scared to fall
because i’m too clingy,
i sabotage myself
whenever the feeling
starts to bubble up
because my mind
finds it hard to trust,
scars left unhealed
and i can’t resist
picking and making
the skin peel,
the existential dread’s
got me questioning
if i’m worthy of love,
something i want
to give plenty of,
but i’m scared,
so i keep the shields up,
i just want
one day
to have some comfort.

give me something
to make me forget,
all these obsessive
and intrusive thoughts
are planting the nest
inside of my mind,
i’m just tryna
lead a happy life,
one day,
i wanna feel
what it’s like
to be loved,
wanna have someone
i can take on
this life thing with,
it’s hard
to be individual,
especially when all
the pressure’s on,
i’m sorry i’m so dependent,
i just wish
for a minute,
i could get out
of my own head.

is that good?

1. just wanna dance

this year, i was depressed.

a mess of introspection
and existentialism,
reaching into a void
to break through the noise,
but i’m struggling
to make any myself,
will these words
ever ring out?
i feel like
i could scream
out of my lungs
and i’d still be
the quietest in the room,
feeling sensitive
to every word
being said,
25 but mentally,
i feel like i’m 10,
searching desperately
for some
character development
and a safe place
to rest my head.

am i giving up time
i could spend
with loved ones
just to write these words?
am i spending too much time
chasing social life
when i could be
working harder?
will i ever get out
of feeling like everything
is exploding around me?
will i ever feel like
i’m worth it to somebody?
what would anybody
even see in me
anyway?
will i ever gain
some independence
and stop letting
the DPD
control me?
my heart’s racing,
my brain’s chasing,
my thinking’s hazy,
i need a break.

fuck the fame,
i just wanna be stable,
i wanna see my people
reach their heights
and have their lives right,
i’m tired
of the industry lies
and all the worries
about the bottom line,
i’m tired of all the time
i spend crying
because i’m not alright,
i’m tired of feeling
like a failure,
thought my light
was meant to shine
but sometimes,
you burn out the brightest,
running out of ideas
in life
and in these words
that i write,
i just wanna calm
my mind,
relax and find
a good reason to…

“y’all don’t wanna hear me, you just wanna dance.”

the night shift EP preface


welcome back once again, one and all. i hope you’re making yourself comfortable, perhaps wrapping yourself in a warm blanket or in a hug from someone you love. today, i have prepared for you my ninth poetry EP, “the night shift EP.” i’ve never been afraid to get personal and admit some dark things here, and i feel like i should at this moment, as it will help contextualize the inspiration behind this project. i was a touch afraid to admit it, but as of late, i’ve been dealing with a quarter-life crisis and it’s caused a bout of depression that i’ve been battling with for the past week or so. rest assured, i am working on getting the help i need, but while i wait for that, i wanted to unleash my feelings in the way that i know best: writing. this is one of the hardest projects i’ve written and released, but i’m proud to have gotten these thoughts off my chest and been able to release them into the world. i hope these words can help comfort some who may be going through the same things in silence; i think we can all use some comfort sometimes:

1. just wanna dance

2. dependent

3. existential

Tuesday, November 28, 2023

proud of you

it’s the darkest part
of the year,
should be filled
with joy and love
but all the lights
have gone off,
as my brain wanders,
i search for a sign,
something to cling to
that could bring me
to a calmer frame
of mind,
some sweet relief
in what they call
“the most wonderful time
of the year,”
trying to ward off
the existential thoughts
and fears
of what would happen
if everything was gone.

and i remember you.

the one whose smile
is enough
to bring me back
from the dark,
my heart
skips a beat
every time i see
your name,
you’ve made me smile
the brightest
during my worst days,
you might not
even realize
what you mean to me,
i thank the stars
in every way
for making sure
to place us
in the same room,
never wanna do
this thing
without you,
one of the few things
i can say
makes life great.

and to you,
i know believing
in yourself
is hard,
self-esteem
might make it seem
like you’re not seen
for who you are,
but i promise
that you’ll make it far,
i’m honored
to be part
of your journey,
best thing
that i get to be,
the one i’m always
most excited to see,
i know you been fighting,
but in case
you haven’t
told yourself lately,
i’m glad you’re here,
and i’ll do anything
to make you happy.

i’m proud of you.

Saturday, November 18, 2023

3. i'm dying inside

another day
where i feel like
i’m just passing the time,
got the kind
of anxiety
that makes standing
feel like a chore,
just wanna lay down
on the floor
and stare up
at the ceiling,
life keeps revealing
all this pressure
i’ve been feeling,
i tried concealing it,
but i’m front row
at the grand unveiling,
i’m a disappointment,
every time
i find a good thing,
i destroy it,
and no matter
my habits,
i just can’t control it.

can’t even distract
myself from it,
my hobbies hardly
have the enjoyment
that they once brought,
there’s nothing to do
but twitter,
insta and youtube,
brain keeps going
in different directions,
offering new distractions
every time
i’m tryna be productive,
and somehow,
i’m too sad
to get the words out,
even though
this is supposed to be
the time
when i come alive,
tryna be a good guy
and keep the vibes high
while i’m dying inside.

waiting for the day
i get out
of my own way,
out of my own head,
i’m hanging by a thread
but i just wanna be
a better friend,
i got people
that need me,
and i wanna be there
for them,
be a helping hand
and a shoulder to cry on,
somebody to rely on,
everybody needs one,
try to be the one to help
even though i don’t
ask for it myself,
give them something
to smile about
even when i have nothing,
maybe then,
i won’t feel like
i have to keep running,
maybe then,
i’ll finally learn
what it’s like
to be worth something.

i’ll stand up eventually.

2. give up on love

all that cheesy shit
you hear about love
doesn’t seem so cheesy
when you’re alone,
25 years living,
and for most of it,
i thought i was good
on my own,
but when you’re in the dark
for so long,
it gets lonely,
a house doesn’t feel
like a home
with no one to hold,
told myself
all along
that i wouldn’t fall,
now i’m face first
on the floor
and i’m coming apart,
i see the seams
start to unweave
and i’m in stitches,
tryna knit myself
back together
and get used
to the fact
that i’ll be single forever.

seeing all these people
with their lovers
and wishing
for something similar,
why does everybody
seem prettier
when you’ve got no one?
wouldn’t stand a chance
with half the people
i’ve known,
they’re better off
if i just
left them alone,
the one i’m thinking of,
i probably annoy,
too scared to tell
how i really feel,
i wrote seven pages
and i still can’t say it,
just waiting
for the moment
where i fuck up
and make them
uncomfortable
like everyone else,
say too much
and drive them away,
sometimes i wonder
if i should just
give up on love.

what would i even
have to offer?
any potential lover
would be better off
running away
and finding another,
what if
they see me
angry?
it’s something
i don’t even
like to be
‘cause it reminds me
of the guy
i never wanna see,
what if i don’t have
enough money?
can’t pull my weight
to support a family?
what if i have
too many quirks
and insecurities?
my confidence
has been crushed
by the love,
guess it’s time
to realize
i’ll never have anyone.

that’s just my luck with love.

1. what do i matter anyway?

i’m feeling like
the oldest
25-year-old alive,
a quarter-life crisis,
will i even survive?
everything’s so fast,
i just wanna
slow down time,
take it back
to when everything
felt right,
i miss that boy
in high school
who would shine his light
and provide
nothing but positive vibes,
smile on his face
and some words
to motivate,
he was never afraid
of who he was
or what they’d make
of him,
went about his way
and was happy
with himself,
but as the years passed,
his confidence fell,
now i can’t make
heads or tails
of life,
just wanna feel well,
but i’m zagreus
the way i’m stuck in hell,
i just wanna break
the spell
and one day,
feel good about myself.

stood on the scale
and i was scared
of what i saw,
even the seemingly
skinny people
can’t stand
themselves sometimes,
tried to lie
and claim
i don’t got a body
under mine,
all because
i’m terrified
of what i look like,
every time
i look in the mirror,
i wanna hide it,
break down and cry
because i’m never
satisfied with it,
roughly 145
but i still don’t
feel right,
diet and exercise
but i still don’t
have pride in it,
combine it
with the crohn’s
and now my body’s
all in my mind,
friends offer food
and all i can do
is apologize,
why am i like this?

SZA said
“good luck
on them
20 somethings”
i should’ve listened,
‘cause now i’m stuck
looking back
on all the shit
i’ve been missing,
life’s flying
while i’m still finding
my purpose,
am i even worth it?
don’t want ‘em
to be worried
but what would they do
if i wasn’t there?
feeling like i could
disappear
and who would even care?
i know it’s not
what they want to hear,
but it’s all
that’s going on
up here,
wanna hide my face
in shame
‘cause every time
things are going great,
i find a way
to destroy it,
self-sabotage
sending me right back
to this sorry state.

what do i matter anyway?

stories to cry to EP preface


back so soon? well, you know, i'm never one to ignore an opportunity when inspiration strikes. thus, i've returned with my eighth poetry EP, "stories to cry to EP" (yes, i do habitually add "EP" to the title of every EP). like many of my EPs, this came out of a desire to unleash some raw, emotional thoughts that i've had stuck in my head. it's my hope that poems like these can bring comfort at a time when life has kicked a lot of us down and made us shed more than a few tears. i often feel like, as a writer, if someone cries to my work, it's a sign that i've done my job and my writing has connected to the reader, and i wanted to make that happen here. i wanted to do what i do best with my poetry and just let my emotions spill onto the page. i'm very proud of these poems, and i hope you enjoy them (and/or have a nice shower cry to them; whichever you prefer). it's always lovely seeing those of you who stop by to take a look at these poems; hopefully, i'll have even more for you in the future:

1. what do i matter anyway?

2. give up on love

3. i'm dying inside

Monday, November 6, 2023

10. the throne is mine

i heard they said
the poetry king
was dead,
shit got me wondering
when i ever left,
i’ve just been
biding my time,
turns out they’re the ones
i need to remind,
carefully consider
every word and rhyme
because i’m tryna be
the greatest alive,
working the night shift
while they’re sleeping on me,
take the odds,
i’ll keep dreaming,
i already know
they don’t believe in me,
but i got stories
for every season
whenever you need ‘em.

and i pay
my respects
to maya, edgar and plath,
but i’m honestly
tryna be better than that,
i don’t call myself
the “king” for nothing,
i wanna be the best
to ever do it,
i want my words
to live on
when i’m long gone,
i wanna see myself
in the history books
in my next life,
i even found out
i might’ve been
emily dickinson
in a past life,
so maybe i got
a thing or two in common
with hailee
that she might like,
because i got
all my words
pitch perfect
on every poem
i write.

i don’t flex much
but i had to do it
one time
to remind you
that the throne is mine,
realest writer
that you’ll ever find,
yeah, i know i’m a mess
with a complex mind
but my words
are magic
and no one
can tell me otherwise,
i’ve written enough
for a whole lifetime
but i’m still on my grind,
i’m gonna be like nas
when i hit the 5-0,
31 albums down
and i’m still here
with the hits, boy.

this is my story...
i’m doing my own thing.

9. dying words

read these words carefully,
for they could be
the last ones you see
from me,
eyes feeling dry
from the million tears
i’ve cried,
tryna find a place
to run and hide,
all these thoughts
circling my mind,
feeling nothing
but pain inside,
can’t make it
go away,
living out
my last few days,
looking back
on the ways
i could’ve done more,
told her how i felt
before it was too late,
stopped the cycle
of self-hate,
stood up for myself
and built the confidence
i desperately needed,
should’ve never waited,
but my clock is ticking,
so hear out
my dying words:
at least
i was me
authentically,
i made mistakes
and pushed some away,
i never became
the person
i wanted to be
or the person
you needed me to be,
i never made it
as far as i could’ve,
but at least
i was me,
and hopefully,
that version of me
was good enough for some,
when the day comes
where i’m gone,
celebrate what i made,
don’t cry or feel shame,
make a toast
to the content soldier,
the poetry king,
honor the legacy i leave,
because i know
they’ll remember the name.

matt anderson.

8. from the beginning

september ‘17,
she’d rejected me,
wasn’t ready
but it hit me harder
than i was expecting,
didn’t know why
but my mind
fell into a bad place,
i couldn’t let it go,
the world was crushing me
in its grasp,
and the trauma
eventually kicked in,
needed a way
to express it,
so i wrote it down,
took my chance
to unleash the emotions
and real thoughts
on a page,
then put it out
and let it have
it’s own life.

who’d have thought
it’d take me here?

thought i’d be sitting
behind the camera,
but chose to switch lanes,
the written word
was my haven,
i was a maven,
trying to play my part
in changing the world,
17 albums
in a year’s time,
a moment of highs
and giant lows,
wrote like
i was possessed
with a symbiote,
later learned
to take it slow,
but no matter the speed,
i was spittin’,
speaking that real shit,
my pen’s been livid,
i wrote for the nobodies
who had shit on the mind
but didn’t know how to say it.

and look what i made of it.

31 albums down
and i’m still the king,
from the beginning,
i had a gift,
but i never thought
this would be
the life i’d live,
yet here i am,
comfortable on the throne,
when i’m in my zone,
i know there’s no one better,
make like moses,
part the ocean
and the bars i write,
shoutout to dom,
that shit was deep,
and shoutout to me,
because sometimes
i need it,
i’m messy
and still learning
to trust my mental,
but as long as i breathe,
i’ll write these stories,
and i’ll make sure
that they remember me,
the poetry king.

let’s make a toast to me.

7. happy ending

i’ve been living
a lie,
happy on the outside,
dying on the inside,
tryna find
a good reason
to believe in life,
feel like i’m spiraling
toward my demise,
i wanna stay alive
because i’ve got friends
on the other side,
but i feel like a child
in an adult’s body,
bound to be left behind,
begging for a reason
to grind,
try to write these words
from the soul,
but i’m pondering
my purpose
like joe,
trapped in my mind
and i’m begging
for them to let go.

i’m a cross between
charlie brown and eeyore,
try and i try,
but i can’t get it right,
maybe i’m woody,
but what am i
against a buzz lightyear?
strap me to the rocket
and let me fly
because i deserve
to take the fall,
i wish i never
fell in love
the first time,
because then
i would’ve never
felt the hurt
the second
or the third time,
all i’ve done
is get in the way,
you’re perfect
and i’m a burden,
always so easily hurt
and i can’t
get over myself,
got people that love me,
but i never feel
like i deserve it.

people like me
don’t get a happy ending,
we don’t get the girl
or the money
or the world,
we don’t get the success
even after we’ve
busted our ass,
we’re not the number one
to anyone else,
all we’ve got
is ourselves,
statistics
wishing we could
make a difference,
but we’ve missed out
on our 15 minutes,
so we’re left
to accept
that this life
is the best we get.

and it’s empty.

6. therapist

i’m a great therapist
for someone
who could really use one,
always struggled
to ask for help
because i felt
i had to clean up
my messes myself,
i suppress it
so i don’t overwhelm,
but now i’m the one
feeling it worse,
distract myself
from my problems
by taking on
everyone else’s,
because the pain
i’ve felt
is something i’d never
want anyone else
to have to go through.

i’ve had trust issues
since i was 17,
made me act out
in some bad ways,
but i’m learning
not to dwell on
my past mistakes,
i’ve had my beefs
but bitter’s something
i’m never trying to be,
that petty shit is bad
for my anxiety,
so this is the most
you’ll see from me
as far as responding,
i’d rather take
the high road
than go back and forth,
trying to be better
instead of getting
caught up in drama,
because i’ve got
too many out there
that need my help.

i’m not tryna
say too much
for the sake
of protecting my people,
I just want them
to have some peace,
don’t even care
who’s praying for me,
‘cause i’m saving mine
for them,
i wanna let ‘em know
that life will be okay,
even though i barely have
my own head on straight,
i’m not okay
but i wanna make sure
everyone else is safe,
people pleaser
in the worst way
because i don’t know
my own purpose.

maybe one day i’ll learn it.

5. one more day

before you pointed
the pistol at your dome,
what were you thinking of?
you always felt
unworthy of the love,
wasn’t your first try
but this is my last time,
now that you’re gone,
i don’t even feel alive,
survivor’s guilt
kicked in from the minute
that i saw you die,
the worst sight
i’ll ever lay eyes on,
i loved you more
than you could ever
love yourself,
but i always missed
the obvious signs,
all i wanted to do
was call you my wife,
reminders of the cruelty
of life,
haven’t slept
because every night,
i try to convince myself,
“this can’t be right!”
even though i saw it,
i’d give it all
just to have you back,
wanted to comfort you
and keep the demons away,
been looking at pictures
of that smiling face,
all i ever wanted
was one more day,
to show you that
you mattered more
than the voices
in your head,
my best friend,
the love of my life,
the greatest thing
to happen to me,
but now, you’re gone,
and i’m never waking up
from this nightmare
we call life.

4. where the wild things are

spent all this time
wishing i was a kid again,
yearning for life
to be simple again,
back to an age
where loneliness
wasn’t so bad
because i had
all these
imaginary friends
to play with,
i’ve never known
how to drive,
but i could definitely sail,
when the going got tough,
it was easier
for the tough
to run away from home,
jump into the boat
and let the river flow.

first time in my life
that i felt like a king,
all these new friends
to play with,
and no brothers
or sisters
to bury me
in my snow fort,
our only forts
are the piles
we sleep in together,
enjoying a wild rumpus
with carol, KW and douglas,
i always liked
alexander the best,
they never paid him
any attention,
and i feel now
what he was
going through.

but even he knew
i was no king,
just a boy
trying to get away,
the pain
was too much to take
at a young age,
and i needed
new friends
i wouldn’t hate,
and even though
i had to say goodbye,
i wish i could’ve stayed,
that soup and cake
might’ve been great,
but nothing truly changed,
i’m growing older
but i’m still carrying
my burdens all the same,
i just hope one day
that i can go back
to being the king
that i once was.

3. 140

a loud and crowded room,
but i feel alone,
starting to wonder
what it was
that made me come to this,
wanted to get
out of the house,
but now i feel like
i should go home,
i don’t know
what’s come over me,
but it won’t go away,
140 on my heart rate,
and my mental state
is decaying
the longer i stay.

it’s almost like
i’m not even here,
i could get up and leave
and no one
would notice me,
i wish social anxiety didn’t exist,
only waited
months for this
and i’m ruining it,
and i’m damned if i do,
damned if i don’t,
whether i stay or go,
i won’t be right,
fade away
like the puff of smoke
flown over my head.

what if everybody hates me?
what if they never
wanted me here
in the first place?
i can’t calm my brain
so i guess i’ll go
lock myself
in the bathroom
and pray nobody
has to come in,
head between my legs,
deep breathing
on the floor,
exactly how i pictured
my saturday night to go,
the only one in the party
who can’t have fun.

what’s wrong with me?

2. drown

thought i found
my love
in this club again,
saw her walking in
with that confidence,
got a face like dua,
body like ava,
baby so enchanted,
you would think
that she was taylor,
but so it goes,
i know it all too well,
my head tells me
what my heart won’t,
that she’s only
a distraction,
don’t start now
because i’ll only
open myself up
to further disappointment.

try to convince myself
i’ve fallen in love
with everyone i meet
to forget how much
i want you,
never had the guts
to admit
you were the one,
you struggled to feel
confident in yourself,
but it was me
who wasn’t brave enough,
couldn’t just say it,
now you’re out
of my life,
never coming back,
i’d throw it all away
for another day,
even though i know
it’ll never come.

so i drown myself
and down the bottle,
be lucky
if i hobble home
safely and with
sanity intact,
if a life with love
is a life that’s lived,
then what’s my life
even worth in the end?
tonight i might
bleed out,
doubt i’m worth
crying for,
but i wish
i told you
everything,
because you’re the one
i’ll be missing most
when i’m gone.

i hope you’ll miss me, too.

1. puppet

you aren’t the one.

you’re not all that.

you call yourself a king?

you’re just a puppet
on a string.

we give you the songs.

go out and sing.

what’s creative freedom?

none of that here.

one more word,
and we’ll replace you.

AI’s waiting in the wings.

you already felt the sting.

we’ll put the weight
of the fallout
on your shoulders.

and you’ll never make it.

you’ll never be able to settle.

perennially underpaid.

the GOAT,
only in your lying mind.

you’ll never get there.

and we’ll spend the time
pulling the strings.

puppet.

dance.

the poetry king preface


it’s so great to see you all again. since releasing my last few EPs, i had believed i wouldn't be releasing any new full-length albums anytime soon. i believed shorter projects and singles were the new way to go. as it turned out, though, inspiration struck, and i’m now back with my 31st full-length poetry album “the poetry king.” this album came as a result of me having too many ideas for other projects. i had so many ideas for new projects, but i took a step back and said “perhaps it would be best to combine all of these ideas into one long album.” i was really inspired to make something that felt like my old poetry albums; a versatile collection of poems that didn’t necessarily *need* a full-blown concept or narrative throughline. just a collection of poems blending many of the styles and tones i’ve gone for over the last six years of writing. i mean it when i say, i believe this is my best and most versatile poetry project yet, and i’m unbelievably proud of it. i hope it leaves as much of an impact on you as it did on me. please enjoy it; i’ve missed you all so much:

1. puppet

2. drown

3. 140

4. where the wild things are

5. one more day

6. therapist

7. happy ending

8. from the beginning

9. dying words

10. the throne is mine

Thursday, October 5, 2023

depression nap

all i’ve got
is dreams,
never nothing more,
every one of my goals
turns out to be fool’s gold,
i got people
that care about me
who i only ever
disappoint,
i don’t get
to have
special events,
all i do
is fool myself
into thinking
people want
to be around me,
but i can’t ever overcome
my social anxiety
when they’re free.

how can i expect
to find a lover
if i’m scared
to even go
to a restaurant?
i’m the type
that wouldn’t even
eat the cake
at my own surprise party,
probably be too scared
to even show up anyway,
hate being alone
but i freak out
when i’m in public,
what do i even want?
i don’t know
what’s going on,
i’m riding along in life
but what’s my purpose?
how long will it take
until i figure this thing out?

i’m tired of having
to be strong,
i’ve been strong
for too long,
i just want
to breathe,
i want to be
at ease,
i lost two therapists
in the same year,
so it’s like whenever
i try to get help,
i can’t have it
for long,
i’m tryna
keep it together,
because i know
there’s someone out there
who needs me,
but i’m so low
on energy,
i’m getting sleepy.

i’m taking a depression nap.

Sunday, September 24, 2023

[CENSORED]

i’m tryna be alright
but something’s always
getting in the way,
tryna control my mental
but every time
everything seems fine,
something comes along
and [CENSORED]
gave all my good vibes
to everyone else
and saved none
for myself,
so whenever
something nice arrives,
i always [CENSORED]
i admit i’m wrong
on things
i may not
be wrong about
just because i’m scared
of hurting someone,
or losing them
from my life,
already lost [CENSORED]
they say,
“don’t meet your heroes”
but mine are already gone,
cancer and suicide beat ‘em
before i could greet ‘em,
i’ll never get to [CENSORED]
spent a lot of time
thinking about
if i was gone,
i’d never do it
but what if
i went and [CENSORED]
how many would
miss me then?
would the tears
really fall down their eyes?
or would they
go along with their lives,
like i was [CENSORED]
brain keeps saying
nobody cares for me,
but that’s fine,
they love you most
when you [CENSORED]
nobody hears my side,
but that’s alright,
i hardly get a word in
before someone
cuts me off,
all my stories
go unheard
because i don’t [CENSORED]
i’ve been through the wringer
and i wouldn’t wish it
on a soul,
want the people i know
to be okay,
even though that means
they’ll be [CENSORED]
want to keep ‘em pleased
but am i what they need?
what does it matter?
soon as they see this,
they’ll [CENSORED]
this is just me venting,
i’m not tryna
do more damage,
i just want peace
when my brothers
hit me,
i got one by blood,
and i gotta [CENSORED]
so please don’t tell me
you get what i’m going through
unless you’ve seen
a breakdown
in front of your eyes,
try to get him
to [CENSORED],
it’s tough to help
when they can’t
help themselves,
the responsible one,
but i can’t be
a breadwinner,
dependent on me to [CENSORED]
and i’m tryna
settle into a role
as the good guy,
wanna keep the peace
and play nice,
when all they wanna do
is [CENSORED]
but let me stop myself
before another word
gets misconstrued,
all this talk
about disrespect,
never my intent,
don’t like to diss,
i’m not doing that shit,
all i said was [CENSORED]
and you [CENSORED]
distance but [CENSORED]
i wanna [CENSORED]
can i [CENSORED]
just a [CENSORED]
one word [CENSORED]
[CENSORED]
[CENSORED]
[CENSORED] [CENSORED]
[CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]

fucking let me speak.

Monday, September 11, 2023

echo chamber, part 2

they don’t care
what i’ve got to say,
i could scream it
to the heavens
and no one
would pay attention,
been that way
since the beginning,
i’ve been the human
echo chamber
for as long
as i’ve been living,
cut off and ignored
too many times to count,
and now,
some of the ones
that supported me
the most
are starting
to go away,
i no longer know
what to say.

i don’t wanna
have to die
to hear how much
they love me,
i want to believe it
when they say
how much they care,
if i have to leave
the chat again,
it would be
the end of me,
but i feel like
they’d be better off
without me,
i’m high-functioning
so i pretend i’m okay,
but it’s hard
to bend the truth
when on the inside,
all i do is break.

like i’m sinking
into quicksand,
stuck in a pool
too deep to stand in
and i never learned
how to swim,
water coming up
around me,
and i’m drowning
with no one
to save me,
maybe i’m better alone
because i’m codependent
and i’d only throw
all my weight on you,
how do they all
have their shit together?
i can’t fake it,
i’m wallowing in self-hatred
that i can’t escape,
so much for making it
to the quarter life.

does anyone even hear me?

Friday, September 8, 2023

grateful

tell me
what i got
to be grateful for,
i’m alive
but i’m barely surviving,
just when i thought
i cleared my mind,
here comes ’23
tryna take me alive,
messing with my health
more than a couple times,
devil working double time,
and i gotta keep
pretending i’m fine
so i don’t worry them,
even though
i’m dying inside,
got me writing
the same thing
again and again,
when all i’m thinking of
is my friends
and where they went.

i got brothers
losing family,
it’s like i lost
a part of mine,
i got friends
working three jobs
and still can’t put
food on the table,
i got people
losing their homes,
and i can’t do
nothing about it,
buried in these
student loans,
dying to help
but i can’t even
help myself,
almost got eaten
by the machine,
now i can’t even
find peace
in my job security,
and i can’t do enough
to help the team.

i got love
ruining my mind again,
this is why
i tried
to avoid it
in the first place,
every time i fall,
i grow more depressed,
convinced they hate me
more by the day,
i’m trying to find a way,
but therapy
evades me,
every time i think
i’ve found it,
the business comes in
and leads me astray,
so i never have
the help i need
for long enough
to make a difference,
stuck figuring my shit out
on my own,
keep being told i’m strong,
but i’m exhausted,
dying for a break
that life can never provide.

so i ask one more time…
why should i be grateful?

Wednesday, September 6, 2023

mr. positive

everybody telling me
that i need a break,
but if i take one,
my soul would break,
i’d be an even bigger
waste of space,
life would take me,
hustle culture’s
got me by the waist,
and now i’m falling
flat on my face,
overwhelmed by all
the emotions i face,
coming off the last record,
you would think
i wouldn’t have
anything left to make,
but i didn’t expect
to be back in this place,
loaded up on self-hate
and i got ‘em worried
for my mental state.

i’m not trying
to ignore what you say,
trust that i hear it,
i know i got people
that wanna see me win
but i can’t get
outta my own head,
i wanna get off
the internet
but i need it to live,
and now i got ‘em scared
i’m gonna hurt myself,
i promise i’m not,
i got enough on my plate,
tryna be a guardian
to someone older than me,
if you think i’ve got it bad,
he’s me times ten,
sometimes i don’t even know
who i’m talking to
when i look in his eyes,
or if he hears my advice,
tried to get him off the pen,
but he doesn’t listen,
turning into a therapist
when it’s me
that needs that shit,
it’s got me wishing
this life was different.

i miss being mr. positive,
peace, love and rockstar shit,
the wide-eyed kid
who hadn’t been hit by life yet,
the one that hadn’t been
existentialist,
mama used to tell me
people come back to life
after they die,
i think she just wanted
to help me sleep at night,
i miss being the kid
that thought family came first,
before i knew
what they’d really do,
then had to be told
i should love him
after all the disrespect,
i miss when i talked a lot
but didn’t say too much,
now i always feel like
i should never say shit.

i miss when i didn’t
have to worry
i’d be homeless,
when student loans
were words i didn’t know,
i miss when i didn’t
self-sabotage
every situation i got in,
i miss when i had
no idea what love was,
when i didn’t catch feelings
for someone i had
no chance with,
before the one
i thought i loved
took advantage,
and before i tore
the team apart
with my feelings for one,
peer-pressured to admit it,
now it’s feeling distant,
insist we’re still cool,
but i wish i could believe you.

did i say too much
just by writing this out?
too much time
trying to offer help
when i need it myself,
but the search
only gets worse
because the industry sucks,
they’d rather see
depressives die
than improve their lives,
treat therapy like a luxury
and not a right,
this world is fucked
no matter where you turn,
survival of the fittest,
and i’ve been through it,
but i’m still here,
out of breath
but i’m still running,
out of energy
but i’m still fighting,
it’s all i’ve known how to do,
so i’ll just do it.

i’ll be good one day.

Tuesday, September 5, 2023

the last 17 minutes of summer

one of the late nights
outside,
trying to enjoy
the last 17 minutes
of summer,
crickets chirping
as i search
across the night sky,
trying to find
some answers,
the clock strikes
midnight
and i say goodbye,
reminiscing on the few times
life felt right,
circle back to july,
holding on
to these memories
like i held on
to you that night,
so scared
to let myself feel it,
now i’m too scared
to ever say it,
but i didn’t want
to let go.

how can i expect her
to like me back
when i don’t even
like me back?
and how will i ruin it
like i do
all my friendships?
how will my way
of saying too much
come back around
to haunt me today?
i should just
go away,
i’m lost and i’m scared
and i’m so afraid
to disappoint,
i’m losing my mind
by the minute,
and the demons
i learned to quiet
are suddenly louder.

summer’s gone,
put it in the books,
i was on top
of the world
for a minute,
now i’m sinking,
never a good swimmer,
but i’m thrown
into the ocean,
trying to ride
the wave
when the water’s
around my chin,
let it crash
and wash me ashore,
i made it out,
but will i ever find
anything more?
pick myself up
and learn to walk again,
life leaves me unsure,
but maybe one day,
i'll be okay.

time to go back inside.

Saturday, September 2, 2023

3. cool kids

staring at the ceiling
in my room,
falling to the pits
of my doom,
consumes me
as i pass the time,
trying to find
the right rhyme
but all i do
is fall in line,
nihilist,
i’m numb to it,
no more meaning
to my life,
used to be the guy,
but now
i’m not even worth
a side-eye,
barely worth it
to even wonder why.

lay awake
as i face
the music,
i’m not
one of the cool kids,
doing cool things,
making memories,
i’m holed up
in the house
while the lovers play,
they have their way
while i’m the one
with the price to pay,
staring out the window,
hoping for a better day,
my youth
getting thrown away,
don’t cry for me
‘cause i’m the one
that deserves the blame,
wasn’t worth the trouble,
i’m not fun enough anyway.

too much to take on,
give it a day or two
and i’ll be gone,
then everyone
will move on,
find a new song
and sing along,
always told
i was supposed
to be strong,
but i feel like
i can’t go on,
pain’s supposed to last
for how long?
the wave of life
still stringing me along,
land of the departed,
my mind’s been haunted,
get me off this,
sick of feeling exhausted,
one life offered
and i’ve wasted it,
how much more
can i author?

i’ve lost it.

2. running

love got me blind,
suddenly,
i can’t even drive
in a straight line
because you’re back
on my mind,
you’re all i think of,
despite the fact
that i’ve got
all these distractions,
even when i’m not
throwing lines,
i’m somehow
catching catfishes,
tired of this spam
in my mentions,
i just want you,
tell me
that it’ll be alright,
i want to know
you see me,
because lately,
i don’t believe in me.

i’m trying to meet
your expectations,
but i feel like
i can’t reach ‘em,
i’m trying to be
the best version of me,
but i’m struggling,
stuck wondering
if i’ve done enough,
love you most
but you’re the one
i’m running from,
held it all in
for so long,
but it’s started to burst,
the feelings so extreme,
got me passing
the speed limit,
returned to the neighborhood,
but what will i find?

finally back,
but what did it cost?
walk in
and i’m all alone,
house doesn’t feel
like a home,
nothing makes sense
to me anymore,
but i guess it beats
being in the quiet streets,
wish i could see you
but i doubt you’d want me,
not after the way
i took my leave,
just know i missed you
more than you’ll ever know,
i believe in you
more than myself,
and i hope you’ll listen
to the stories
i still have left to tell.

hope you’re doing well.

1. borderline

falling in life
like my head
ain’t screwed on right,
stuck on the borderline
going out of my mind,
out of body
when i’m around,
got me flying
100 miles
but i can’t go
in a straight line,
no view to admire
in the middle of nowhere,
no light to shine
when i’m losing it all,
sanity escapes me,
got no one to call,
no purpose in life,
so i travel
on my own,
while my brain
is going
out of control.

fuck new friends,
i want my friends,
tried to be there
for the team,
but it seems
they don’t need me,
would they care
if i leave?
inconspicuously
make my escape
like a thief
in the night,
sneak away
without a peep,
like i was never there,
follow the lights,
wherever they lead,
take the path
and see where it goes,
little did i know
that lonely road
was the only place
i’d call home.

so this
is what it’s like
to be alone,
everyone else fought
but i was the one
who lost,
now they’re all gone,
king of self-sabotage
works his magic
like always,
every time
it goes right,
i find a way
to spite myself,
so all i’ve got
is these words i write,
as i take the wheel
and drive,
hoping to find
some direction
when all that’s left
is the endless nothing
i’m faced with.

where to next?

alone: the EP preface


what’s this? i’m back already? well, it seems the break didn’t last too long. as i discussed before, i’m back from the middle of nowhere with a brand-new set of poems, this one titled “alone: the EP.” it’s been a long time since i released a project right on the heels of another (just over a week later), but hey, when inspiration strikes, you jump at the opportunity. as has been the case lately, there were things i needed to get off my chest, and i thought this would be an exciting way of doing so. i also wanted to try not to overthink things here; forget the “promo cycle,” just drop the project and see how people take it. if they rock with it, great; if they don’t, great. so with that, i hope you enjoy this short new set of poems. it’s always fun having you all here for story time:

1. borderline

2. running

3. cool kids

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

"trilogy" compilation and behind-the-scenes

it’s great to see you again. it’s very rare that we get to talk like this on here, but i thought this would be something a few of you would be interested in.

the EP trilogy is complete. i’m so grateful for everyone who has checked it out and offered their support and feedback. life threw me for several curves and offered up a lot of pain along the way, but i’m glad i was able to have this outlet as a way to cope. this trilogy gave me a way to work through my hurt, and i hope it’s given you comfort.

while i was finishing up the final entry, “an EP about growing up,” i pondered doing something like this. my projects are obviously very inspired by music, hence why i refer to my releases as “albums,” “mini-albums,” “EPs” and the like. however, while i’ve released many projects in a very close vicinity, this is the first time i released a series of projects that had some kind of relation to one another.

thus, i thought…why not create some kind of special album art that would be used in a proverbial “compilation re-issue” of the poems that would include all of them together?

thus, “trilogy” was born:


naturally, i was very inspired by the weeknd’s “trilogy” of mixtapes, which he released separately before putting them together into one larger project. it just seemed like a nice way to answer the question in my mind of “what would it look like if all three of these were released together?” thus, i offer this up as the hypothetical album art for what would be a comprehensive package of the three EPs.

it’s not much, but this seemed like a nice way to close the door on the “trilogy” era.

as an added bonus, i thought i’d take this time to offer some “behind the scenes” on the poems in this series. i usually don’t do this, as i like to let the words speak for themselves, but i thought it would be rather fitting. so let’s go in order of all the projects and poems and discuss them:

“an EP about losing friends”:

1. alone in an open zone - this kickoff to “an EP about losing friends” was actually inspired by real events. without giving too much away, i based it on an experience where i was supposed to hang out with some friends, but was not able to for certain reasons. we were going to hang out at an arcade in a mall, but as it would turn out, i was unable to be with my friends in the arcade. instead, i hung around in the mall by myself and wrote out this poem based on my observations and feelings of inferiority in the friend group. sad as the night was, it was interesting getting to write out a poem in a public space. i’d honestly like to do it more often if i could.

2. cold - this poem serves as a continuation of the last one, and it’s the only poem in the “trilogy” that requires another poem to contextualize it. at this point, the mall is closing, and i’m heading home by myself, overwhelmed with a wave of emotion. it was a november night, and thus, it was extremely cold. i wanted to try to bring together everything i felt and went through on that trip home, expounding on the feelings of worthlessness from the first poem.

3. through the grapevine - moving in a slightly different direction, this one discussed thoughts and feelings i had during a particular falling out among several people in the friend group. i didn’t want to get overly specific, as naturally, i wanted to protect the identities and character of my friends. i simply wanted to write something that embodied what it felt like to watch friendships die in a situation you didn’t have control over. the situations involved here were meant to be kept private to only the involved parties, but eventually, everyone in the group had to witness the drama firsthand. as someone who hates seeing friends fight, it was an overwhelming, emotional situation that i wish i hadn’t witnessed, and i wrote this as a way of almost bargaining and wishing that things hadn’t ended the way they did.

“an EP about death”:

4. tears that i never cried - with “an EP about death,” i wanted to move in a more story-driven direction than the other, more personal EPs. earlier in the year, a close friend of mine lost a family member, and it had an impact on me because i’ve known this friend (and their family member) for over a decade. i couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like in their shoes during that period, but i wanted to try. thus, i created a story about someone who lost their mom, but had to try to continue living through it. if you notice, this poem in particular is written almost like a rap song. i’ve done this several times before, and it felt extra fitting here for the sake of the story. the lead character lost their mom, never got to say a proper goodbye, and certain obligations stopped them from really getting to be with their mom for many of those final days. thus, they took out their frustration in the form of a song.

5. my last goodbyes - here, our lead character actually gets to see their mom. they are offered one opportunity to have a private moment before the casket is taken away. the big thing i wanted to discuss and convey here was the “not really gone” feeling one can get in a situation like this. i also based that feeling on real experiences: i attended the funeral of my aforementioned friend’s family member, and i distinctly remember walking up to the open casket and thinking “it really doesn’t even feel like you’re dead.” it felt almost spooky to me, because i thought they were merely sleeping, and i expected them to get up at any moment. it’s a minor detail in this poem, but it was something i really wanted to zero in on.

6. one more conversation - with the final poem, i wanted to get into the feeling of bargaining one can go through when grieving. in the main character’s case, they’re directionless, they’re at wit’s end, they’re scared they might not have a home anymore, and it’s because they no longer have their mom to help push them in the right direction. very subtly, i wanted to create the feeling that the main character’s mother passed while they were still a rather young age (think early 20s, maybe even a tiny bit younger). thus, they’ve only barely become an adult and are still trying to make heads or tails of a world that constantly kicks them while they’re down. without mom, they don’t have any idea where they’re gonna be. i think that’s a feeling several people can relate to.

“an EP about growing up”:

7. tired of life - heading into “an EP about growing up,” i knew i wanted to move right back into the personal direction that i had gone in with the first EP. here, i wanted to just go back into “classic matt” mode and just let all my pain spill onto the page. i really wanted to go through the idea of how, even after finally adopting a healthier mindset that improved my mental health exponentially, 2023 has kicked me so hard to where i’m right back where i started. all the improvements made in 2022 felt meaningless because i feel as though life has tried to screw me more times than not this year. this EP was also largely written at a time when i had been inside the house alone for over a month, and i felt as though i was going slightly mad, which i wanted to communicate as well.

8. don’t be famous - this is an idea i’ve tackled before in poetry, but as the title suggested, it’s a discussion on what fame can do to someone. for much of my youth, i would tell myself that i wanted to be famous, not realizing just how harmful it would be if my wish actually came true. it also helps that i knew people personally who had achieved some level of “fame,” and it felt at times like it had changed them for the worse. it also happened that this poem was a rare confidence burst in a set of poetry that was largely sad.

9. one of the lucky ones - i hadn’t really thought i’d write many more poems about love. back in 2018-2019, i wrote a lot of those, as i thought i had fallen in love at the time. a negative experience made it so that i largely rejected the idea of falling for someone. from that experience, i became able to enjoy my own presence more, but equally, i would often try to suppress any feelings of “love” that i had out of fear of getting hurt again. between these things, i never thought i’d fall for someone again, but…yeah, you know the rest. i was swept off my feet, and i wanted to discuss that, as well as some roadblocks in play related to those feelings.

10. 2023 (bonus track) - this was a poem that i had written literally the day before releasing “an EP about growing up.” i had initially debated between throwing it on the EP, or releasing it as a single later on. ultimately, it felt fitting to add it to the EP as a “bonus track.” essentially, it just serves as the wrap-up to everything i discussed in the “trilogy.” it was a way for me to tie everything together in one neat and concise way. much of my debate stemmed from whether its standing as essentially an “epilogue” would be justification for releasing it as a post-EP single. instead, it felt like a nice way to close the door on the era. also, someone very important to me considered this one of the best poems on the EP, which makes me even more glad that i included it.

from the era:

11. false prophets - now, this poem is not necessarily part of any EP in the trilogy. however, it was the only standalone single that i released during the “trilogy” era, and as a result, i felt it would’ve been worth including in a potential compilation. this was another moment where it felt like i was turning back to “classic matt” and discussing fame and the industry. i wrote this right before finishing up the final EP, and i figured it seemed best as a hype single of sorts; it might not necessarily fit the EP’s idea of “growing up,” but it does tackle a few themes that i discuss on the project.

wow, did i have a lot to say. i don’t get to discuss these poems with many people, so any chance i get to talk about them is great. once more, i will say a massive thank you to everyone who has read these EPs and supported them in any way possible. this summer was one of ups and downs, but i’m glad i was able to complete these projects along the way. i feel a break might be in order, but don’t worry; as long as i’m breathing, and as long as i have something to write about, poetry will always be in my back pocket.

Friday, August 25, 2023

4. 2023 (bonus track)

right back
where i started,
thought i grew
in ‘22,
found some peace
and comfort,
quieted the mind,
i thought i finally
got myself right,
but somehow,
i was sent left
somewhere along the way,
stuck feeling sick
and i can’t
get myself back on track,
so now i’m driving
in the middle of nowhere,
tryna find the path
back home,
but i’m too far gone,
and i can’t stop thinking
of how it all went wrong.

rest in peace
to the ones
that didn’t make it,
memories popping back up
in the days since,
too much grief
in one year,
not one for the suit and tie,
but i guess 2023
wants everything to die,
like the friendships
celebrated one day
to be crushed in the next,
rang in the new year
then watched the circle shrink,
made me think
i could’ve helped more,
start to wonder
how much i really matter.

and now,
i’m stuck inside
with my brain
going haywire
because i can’t stop
thinking about you,
out of fear,
i tried to convince myself
the feeling wasn’t real,
but i can’t contain it,
and it’s got me back
in the place
i hated being in,
the smallest things
and the tiniest signs
could make or break
my entire day,
thought i’d kept myself away
from the love,
but it’s all i’m thinking of.

‘23 got me feeling
like a burden,
disappointing my peoples,
i know i make ‘em
wanna leave,
but i just want life
to treat us positively,
wanna know that i didn’t
waste all my luck
in the final months
of ‘22,
give me a sign
that it’ll figure itself out.
for now,
i’m stuck in nowhere,
no idea where i’m going,
just tired of walking
through the fire,
i’m tryna
make it back alive,
but will i even have time?

i’m tired of being tired.

3. one of the lucky ones

promised the world,
but all i got was pain,
thought i found the one
more than a few times,
each ended the same,
became a changed man,
never thought i’d do it again,
self-love to be okay
with single life,
self-sabotage to erase
the emotions
and never hurt again,
four years well spent,
thought i was content
but i’m tripping,
succumbing to the feelings
while i’m still healing,
trauma from the past
back to rear
its ugly head,
suddenly, i’m useless again.

now i’m falling in love
when i can’t even
take care of myself,
and i’m scared
it’s hurting the circle
because the homies
are getting colder,
distance is growing,
trust if i could
rid myself of the feeling,
i’d have done it
by now,
but it’s been suppressed
for too long,
man, i’m sorry,
feeling like it’s my fault,
and now i’m lost
in my mind
tryna make sense of it all.

‘cause i’m terrified
of letting you down,
all i want
is to be there
for my peoples,
but all i’m doing
is disappointing,
try every day
to make you proud,
but it just feels
like i’m failing,
and the emotions
that i’m going through
are overwhelming,
pardon my silence,
i’m trying not to die,
i wanna feel the love,
but it’s anguish
every time i try,
never find the one,
there’s always
something in the way,
some people in life
are just lucky,
but i guess i’m not.

i’ll never be one of the lucky ones.

2. don't be famous

no paparazzi, please,
i’m tired of the lights,
been fighting
all my life
to get the flowers
while i’m here,
instead, they insist
on making me
invisible,
blink and you might miss,
still got
nothing but hits,
need more than
a few hands
to run through the list,
stuck in the quietness,
i did it all myself,
everything i could
to let the words live,
even when they all
tried to keep me
in silence.

i’m my own promo,
do it all myself,
always had to be
my own biggest fan,
just me
and the people
in my head,
put all my faith
in myself,
‘cause God’s as real
as apple pie
is canadian,
put me through the pain,
so i’m taking back
my name,
reclaiming the throne
as the poetry king,
writing what’s real
while the fakes
keep spinning the wheels.

these people whipped
to the system,
they’re chained,
and they’re slaving
tryna keep
the numbers raising,
but the ego’s
more fragile
than a glass house,
i saw what
the fame shit
turned ‘em into
and it’s sickening,
heads are inflating,
narcissists get caught up
in the numbers game,
trade humanity for clout,
decency for the bag,
accountability for views,
tryna climb aboard
the train,
but it’ll burst into flames,
ready to take it all
along the way.

don’t be famous

1. tired of life

i’m tired of life,
another late night,
sleep schedule’s
all over the place,
life of an insomniac
slowly turning
to a hypochondriac,
slightest sickness
feels like dying,
just wanna burst out crying
‘cause i’m 25
struggling to find
some direction in life,
i’ve been pushing
but it’s feeling like
the divine powers
are trying to kill me,
and i don’t know
how much more pain
i can take.

only difference
between ’22 and ’23
is that i’m coping better,
but what’s it matter
when i’m crumbling
under the pressure
of trying to get
bags of cheddar?
8 years later,
my greatest
accomplishment,
and i’ve been low since,
searching for more
out of life than this,
always thought
i was destined for bigger,
but i can’t feed the family
off of love and hope,
is this what it’s like
to be an adult?

‘cause now i feel
like i don’t wanna
grow up,
i got childhood fears
tryna reappear,
pull me back
to last year,
all this time
cooped up inside
got me losing
my mind,
back to thinking
that i’m dragging ‘em down,
nobody’s first
or second
or twelfth choice,
is it all in the mind?
or am i the worst
in the friend group?
it was “fuck people
except my peoples,”
but now i’m scared
that i don’t have peoples,
i don’t wanna say goodbye,
but it’s a choice
i don’t know if i’ll decide.

tell me i’ll be alright.

an EP about growing up preface


we have arrived, much sooner than even i could have anticipated. the final project in the trilogy of EPs, “an EP about growing up,” is finally yours. exactly as it sounds, this is a project that discusses feelings and struggles of growing into adulthood. i’ve been feeling such things a lot more lately as my life has moved in some wild directions, and it felt fitting to have this as the final project in the trilogy. in my eyes, it is the best one yet, and perhaps even my best project yet. it features some of my most raw, unfiltered thoughts and some of my darkest moments yet, and it felt good to get this off of my chest. i even threw in a bonus track, almost to tie a bit of a bow on this trilogy of projects. as always, i hope this record brings you comfort in your darkest moments, and i thank you all for coming along for the ride in this trilogy. i’m now off to the middle of nowhere, as i search for some direction. rest assured, i’ll have more stories to tell when i get back. and hey, maybe i might have one more little surprise in store with this trilogy. nothing too huge, but something you may like regardless:

1. tired of life

2. don’t be famous

3. one of the lucky ones

4 2023 (bonus track)

Monday, August 21, 2023

false prophets

i’ve spent all my time
surrounded by these
false prophets,
pretty promises
of pleasure
and power,
only to devour
artistic value,
lies of divine inspiration,
all the motivation
gets taken,
claim to care
but they’re faking,
only there
when you’re six feet under,
suddenly,
you’re more than just
a number,
outside of when
the dollar signs
start piling on,
so they dig you up,
throw your husk
in the machine,
wring it out
for every last
drop of clout,
never gave this effort
when you were out
and about
tryna find a way around
the dark clouds,
wanted to make
your voice heard,
but they won’t
until you’re buried,
paid no mind
until it was time
to toss some flowers
at the hearse,
you were never there
until you weren’t there.

shoutout to the nobodies. i feel you.

Friday, August 4, 2023

3. one more conversation

all i wanted
was one more conversation,
so much i had left
to say to you,
questions i needed answers to,
how am i gonna do this
when there’s no “you?”
the silence grows louder
when i’m stuck in the house
all alone,
the one you’ve lived in
since childhood,
wanted to pay it off
to make you proud,
but now i might
get kicked out,
all you left behind
will be gone
in an instant,
like you were never here,
wanted to be able to say
that i escaped
the dead-end job,
got myself off the ground,
but i’m pushed back down,
i don’t know
how to get through this,
you were my guidance,
i wasn’t ready
to say goodbye,
but i’m forced
to face facts,
you’re in the sky,
and i’m left
to try to find
my purpose in life,
fight for you,
but how?
what do i do?
and as i wander
aimlessly
with no direction,
the first tear
finally falls
down my eye.

“i miss you, mom.”