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FTM Smack Talk: Five-leaf Clover

06/18/2019 // 1 Comment

  Don’t be ashamed of you who are. If you got it, flaunt it. Turn up your boombox—turn down your naysayers, betrayers, and haters. Are you ready? I’ll see you on the streets.     More rare than rare, ’cause I live without a single care. Here’s what my best friend Sam taught me: I am who I am, just like it’s said in Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham.   Never pledgin’, that’s why I’m a livin’ legend. Say what it is, I’m the top clover boss— everyone else is just plain ol’ common moss.   Get up, get [Click Here To Read Article...]

FTM Smack Talk: Strange Weirdo

06/14/2019 // 3 Comments

  All right. Listen up. This one is dedicated to the nerds, geeks, and strange weirdos. You know who you are. Ready. Set. Go.   People think these thick ass lenses are flyin’ saucers. If I’m walkin’ funny, take a look at my high waters. They look and say, “Oh”. That’s what happens when I’m mistaken for an alien or UFO.   Ignore snarky sneers from pesky peers. Remarks 100% inconsiderate. Open your metal mouth and prove they ain’t nothin’ but stupid and illiterate.   Their style is tasteless. May as well be a [Click Here To Read Article...]

Cold Words: Tortured

09/11/2018 // 18 Comments

    I make bad choices. I never think more than once. Consequences never matter, until my regret regurgitates and splatters. I’m a tortured individual. Numb. Desperate. Cold, that’s what my reflection told. I have no one else to believe, but myself. I’m a tortured individual. No one else to blame, but myself. Someone like me needs no enemies, because I have myself.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Improvise Mesmerize

07/06/2018 // 11 Comments

  I don’t know what I’m going to write. Many thoughts come to mind, I don’t care if I’m right. My creativity is at stake, now is the time to design every mistake. Think too much and the expression will be convoluted. Doubt makes the message diluted. Someone has something to say. Read my inner voice. The words are never my choice. If I can’t fly, I’ll crash and die. Soar above the landscape of my imagination. Don’t need no damn destination.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Blue Crocodile

06/19/2018 // 8 Comments

  Sharp teeth. Cold blood. Scales and claws. If you see bubbles on the water, try not to scream! I’m just prowlin’ through the dirty mud.   I love to lounge in the rays of the Sun. It’s just me, though. No one is ever around. The birds or tasty mammals, they look at me…turn and run.   Don’t ignore my sharp eyes. Don’t be in denial. There’s a cool reptile lookin’ through you. I’m not in the mood too eat! Please just listen to my song— the endangered cry of a blue crocodile.   Leather jacket and shades. Mouth full of [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

06/18/2018 // 6 Comments

    Sittin’ in my car, ridin’ down the street, Volume turned up, accelerator depressin’, Get out of my damn way, or you’ll be splattin’. I’m goin’ somewhere, don’t know where I’m goin’, Window rolled down, breeze playin’. Speedin’ down the road, headlights glowin’, Destination nowhere, engine blowin’. Don’t care if I’m smackin’ a brick wall, Someone start towin’, I’m just cruisin’ for a bruisin’.           [Click Here To Read Article...]

Nuclear Distractor

03/05/2018 // 6 Comments

    I’m gonna tell ya something a little problematic. A little catastrophic. I’m gonna spell out our doom, taken out by a big boom—electronic and atomic. Molecular confusion—we call it ‘particle fission’. Forced to breathe political ash, And it’s all because of a fucking World War 3 clash.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Street Smartz

02/25/2018 // 9 Comments

  Ring ring ring, the school bell is ringing. Don’t be late! Open your textbook to page 208. Raise your hand. Try not to be ignorant, Or you’ll upset the tie-wearing tyrant. Scratch down those squiggly sentences—scribble-scrabble on the chalkboard, Never disobey your classroom lord.   Same old same old cookie-cutter information, Raise your hand—no way, no way—this ain’t for class participation. Aim a finger outside and say, “this may come as a total shocker but I left my textbook in my fuckin’ locker.” Make your point and use your street [Click Here To Read Article...]