Ever Wonder Why Your Life IS Fucked UP?

Mind is static
Like a routers IP address.
A hole in my heart
like a hollow in your chest.
I begin to ponder death
Contemplate the scenery
of the after life
since I have gave up on life.
I tried reaching for the sky
but can’t reach for something
you can’t touch.
Life is double dutch
and the double ropes
is the demons and
I’m struggling to not
come in contact.
20/40 vision
and can’t afford contacts
So as I age
I became unsighted like bats
for putting true love over everything.
Poetry is my Vaseline
to help mitigate
Since the demons in my head
are a pain in the ass.
So used to being uncomfortable,
when the mood is peaceful
automatically assume I don’t deserve
it’s presence
like a naughty kid on Christmas.
Negative is a shark
that smells the blood of my
positive thoughts.
When it devours,
light is overshadowed by the dark.
I worry like a parent searching at the park
for their missing child
 after dark.
Over and over I overthink.
The thoughts deeper than
a stab wound from a shank.
Worry like I have bills and no
money in the bank.
Disappointed like a husband
for only shooting blanks.
I’m always been ashamed of my pace
in life.
Just imagine racing with a tank during a drag race.
Dependent like a house wife
and broke like Buzz Lightyear’s arm.
These negative thoughts are annoying like flies.
When your broke and seek no improvement, time flies.
Like a confident player’s finger wrapped around a naive girl,
my mind is suffocating in this world
So I over eat when I feel lonely.
I masturbate when I get horny.
So embarrassed, so I avoid company.

Who Has A right To Choose?

This isn’t a poem but a question that I want you to answer in the comment section?

When a woman gets pregnant, is it the woman’s choice as far as keeping the baby or wanting the abortion?

Now most say that a man shouldn’t tell a woman what to do with her body but if the woman wants an abortion but the man wants to keep the baby and the man and woman can’t agree with each other, who do you believe has the right to make the final decision, should the final decision be made from the man because he actually wants own up to his mistakes for being irresponsible and take care of his responsibility or does the woman has the final say so becuase it’s her body and no one can tell her what to do with her body?

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Is Celibacy Worth It?

A choice to make but time to think about it.
Weighing the options , the positives and negatives.
A hard choice  to make, but happiness is definite
Your true soul mate is promised to you after 4 years   for a lifetime with 3 kids share with if you choose to practice abstinence for a quadrennial period.
Guaranteed  a lifetime of paradise after but the struggle  to survive won’t be concise.
A choice to demise your sex life, but sex is constantly on your mind.
Used  to getting it all the time to not getting any at all .
Now life don’t feel so sweet like candy made of cotton.
Sex toys and vibrators now  out the closet and put it in the coffin.
Vaseline and lotions now serve for only one particular purpose.(side note do you know what I mean by one particular purpose?)
Compared to others now at a disadvantage like the tortoise.
We all want freedom of happiness, but can you go thru hell to find it by facing every demon following satin.
Every morning  you see a new demon, scheming, pressuring you to have sex and how much you need it.
Feels like your guardian angel is nonexistent when Satin sends his followers to pay u a morning visit.
Whispering in your ear leading you to temptation.
Promising you a way to escape prison
remanding you being celibate is stupid telling you everybody else is doing it 
Guarantees you endless sex with the sexiest models and celebrities any time you want.
Guarantees you  massive amounts of money and gives you courage to flaunt 
to the public since money attracts sex.
Promises you that having sex is   the new level of success which gives you the respect you deserve
since lack of sex damages your nerves.
Telling you that how you live off of sex way before you started living by the good word.
God not trying to bless you, why would he put you through a curse like this.
So now ask yourself, is celibacy  worth it?

I Hate Responsibilities

Money, power, respect, I have none of the above.

They say life precious, but I’m staring point blank at my gun,

Contemplating suicide, as I just accidentally bit my tongue.

Just to survive on earth, for a job I must search,

Either burger king or a nurse

If one day I make funds, I kiss the dirt.

Until then, I steal from mom’s purse.

A wise one told me, somebody always got it worst.

But what’s worst than stealing Christmas gifts from neighborhood church?

My mind is on training wheels

I can’t balance life on my own, even though I‘m grown.

Scared to live alone, since I’ve never been shown

how to be a man.

Nobody understands.

It’s like I’m Sam I am,

Scared to eat the green eggs and ham.

My courage is unidentified.

Responsibilities are my kryptonite.

Why Should You Only Impress Yourself

Ask yourself what matters,
You are your own leader. 
You are your own follower
When you look at the mirror,
you are your own competitor,

You are your greatest competition.
In a world that’s non-fiction,
Revamping who you are is your own mission,
Just like the company you work for have their own mission statement demonstrating their values and vision.

Motivating yourself on your own.
No  home court advantage to cheer you on.
Makes it harder to come upon.
Much harder to be motivated when people aren’t around to believe in you,
In reality you are more focus on your goal when people look up to you,
but sometimes that puts more pressure on you.

Pressure is being serverely afraid of being a successful failure.
People don’t put you through pressure,
you put yourself through pressure.
You make your own choices,
In your head, you rely on your own head voices.

Greatest disappointment is impressing others
Greatest satisfaction is impressing yourself and no other but your mother

On the planet earth, we are only visitors.
But the afterlife is where we are looked upon by the only true inspector.
Now that’s where you feel the pressure.
You are judged on everything you done on earth, 
starting from birth.
Once you die, no second chance, no such thing as rebirth.
Your born alone and you die alone.
Nobody’s knows their true permanent home.
Everything you do at this moment,you are being watched by a spirit
beyond way greater than a person.
People don’t determine you final destination.