This is my oak tree My love My definition of free (short poem inspired by a oak tree)

I sit in the warm sand Reaching out my hand

I was once again awoken by the shouting of the neighbors They kept screaming about the divorce papers

I always question why I write If what I type out into the screen is right

I woke up with an itch again (I got very itchy writing this) Art by https://twitter.com/avogado6?lang=en

I’m looking at you, looking at him, looking at her

News once again filled my phone Another shooting happened in a school zone

A poem of a man facing the grief of losing his lover

Mama said "don't inhale his fake tail"... this one is a bit of personal one hope you enjoy it

Ms. Shoemaker my soles are running thin with every step I break a sin

As I lay on the couch, I hear an exhalation of breath from five feet away I feel her tiredness from this cold day...

Let’s put a punctuation to this discrimination

Hey, are you looking at me Hey, are you looking at me

I’m only a young man that believes in perfection even though it’s a deception made by our simple imagination. As I stand back and procrastinate my imperfect future I will still aim for this unreachabl...

I've never drank alcohol but maybe this is what it feels like... IDK

The girl stood on top of the hill I never truly saw her face I can’t remember much of her besides her smile that left me in a daze

Do not weep the flower will always conceive the outer glow of its seed so you see the expression of its pedals will not whiter the crimson red will not dilute thou shall expel the pain through its tho...