Poems from itsthatguyx
Its the percussion that succeeds in letting your mental know that you were worth nothing, that epiphany that screams in your mind, leaving...
Im a racist, but not to color, just to the human race. I'd rather be a separatist than a motherfucking segragist, smiling humble while...
It's the bloodshot white. The gloss of misery that blinds eyesight. A reflection of black and semi-gold, glowing from the irises and soul....
Love, to most, is just a chemical.
Bonds breaking and forming back, just to fall apart again.
To others, it's spiritual,
But I suppose they...
From all the noise and talk about worth,
And the value of everything to anyone,
What ever happend to conversations of the good things?
The...