The AK Era

I’m tired

Of losing friends

Who can’t seem to comprehend,

That my brain is a monster hiding under the bed

No one believes 

But I know it to be true

If only you could hear

The things I always do

Eyes: Black.

Light: Missing.

I gaze around wishing for the comfort of sight,

Suddenly: Stars.

Myself: Smiles.

I glimpse outside and I see letters, flowing on a page.

Forming words that had echoed faintly in the moments before-

   Yet suddenly they are no longer distinguishable.

Instead blurred by thick, weighted intruders.

They mercilessly cascade around me until nothing is visible but wisps of light. I quickly close my windows, shrouding me in darkness. 

I’m just a soul who wants to see the world,

another day I suppose.

She is color: herself.

Breathing life into anything she sets her  nurturing gaze upon.

“What’s your favorite color, again?” I asked.

“All of them,” she said, tossing me a peculiar    glance, “how could I ever choose just one?”

It seemed easy to me; I chose her a long time ago.

What do I hear when I eavesdrop? Filthy, vile things. Because I never listen in on people, Just to the demons in my brain. They snap and snarl, Twist and growl. Fighting amongst themselves to see who gets to taunt me first.. Oh why do I have to eavesdrop? Is this a past lives curse? I toss and turn, I try to sleep,  I hear them whisper from the earth; “Nobody will love you,” “There’s no one to hold you,” “You don’t have friends, and you’re misunderstood.” I whisper back “Perhaps you’re right..” “But there’s something I’ve come to learn. It’s that those who talk bad behind another’s back have problems with themselves, and let us not forget, dear demons, that you fell from heaven, to hell.”

I can’t possibly understand how to teach you compassion. The issues you’re pressing really can’t compare. When it comes to the life of a human, nothing is greater. You seem to care about “protecting our own”. If another human isn’t considered one of us then what are we? How dare you turn a blind eye to your fellow man kind. They were born somewhere different, so fuck it if they die? And mean while you’ll get off on an alibi; does it help you sleep at night? Saying “well there’s nothing I can do” or “maybe they shouldn’t have committed a crime”.. Wipe your face, there’s a smudge of privilege and ignorance on it. You’ve brainwashed yourself into thinking only America should prosper, When in reality we’re all born the same , circumstance our only difference. Me? I’m trying to make the world a better place for everybody. You? You’re just getting by , no concern for anybody. They say God Bless America but it’s more like God Blessed The Lucky.

If I take my own life is there really any reason for remorse?

Remodeled words built syllable by syllable.

Egg shells; directions reading “light steps and soft smiles”.

And hell hath no fury like the way my brain treats me.

And my mind keeps drifting back to the good ole’ days Middle school dreams mixed with hormonal ideas

I swim in the glow of nostalgia, Take my hand and swim with me too.

Dream a dream so bold and delirious’ That if we spoke it aloud we’d be taken to a psych ward

Laugh and cry and hold out my friends For we must still fight for rights we were told we’d be given

Respect and love for all is what we we’re promised And now I just think we’ve been lied too.

I'm A.K. and this is the starting point of a new time in history. With it comes the rise for all those who respect art , for all the people being creative simply because they love to be. But most importantly it's for anyone who just really needs a friend.

This is an era of supporting artists, building a collective and founding a community. I'm an ambitious mind who wants to create beautiful things with amazing people, making the world a better place in the process.

If that sounds like something you relate or vibe to give me a follow or message me. And lastly thank you for reading.