Hypochondriac
By Xavier Davis
If I could purge how I felt with words,
Rivers and streams would flow red.
Every opinion that I digest seems to be regurgitated,
Spit up in the form of a negative narrative.
No doctor with a degree worth holding,
Seems interested or forthcoming only begrudging.
I’m confused at my own attempt to explain,
Simply directing you to the area of my agony.
Truth be told it hurts all over,
Especially directly in the center of my essence.
My system seems to expel nutrition,
If only I could stomach some food for thought.
I shake but I’m not nervous,
I quake but I’m not cold.
My respiratory valves seem to have come unhinged,
I wonder if I could benefit from a breath of fresh air.
My struggle to focus is because of dilated pupils,
I can see the edge getting closer out of my peripheral vision.
The soles of my feet are beginning to swell,
From carrying conversations with my soul.
If I could be anything it would be bedridden,
Sorry for coughing in my attempt to speak up.
Please grab my hand, I’m squeezing, can you feel it,
A struggle to survive with the symptoms I exhibit.
As I Am
By Xavier Davis
Tethered to regret yes I’m chained to the pressure,
Yet my equilibrium is holding fast and steady.
Why become engulfed in an abyss of negativity,
Love is more explosive than the law of relativity.
Non-antagonistic shootin star you missed it,
Pointless human arrogance is so unrealistic.
We withstand the doubt,
And only hope to have it all, because we go without.
I learned to do within,
Loneliness and tragedies become my closest friends.
Clarity can barely de-mystify my thoughts,
Rarely sincerity is somethin I run across.
Remember where I stand,
Humble in approach just like an Eagle when it lands.
Lord grab my heart and please take me as I am,
Lord grab my heart and please take me as I am.
Day 7
By Xavier Davis
If I were confined by my own thoughts, I would be free but the reality is that I have been on
Death Row for 7 days. Every second, every minute, every hour is detrimental. Isn’t it ironic how
im on suicide watch. Isn’t it ironic how im “not” suicidal? The State of Texas has decided that I
must die. I have been called a monster, a psychopath, and condemned. Isn’t it ironic how I agree?
When I look at my hands I see a different brand of damage, they shake. Sometimes I don’t know
if its my hands shaking or the entire world. Have I caused an earthquake or has an earthquake
caused me? I cry blood, I bleed tears. My wrists are full of scars, neck too. Funny thing is, I want
to be loved but I don’t even love myself.
Damn, It’s Day 7 on Death Row.
Untitled
By Xavier Davis
I stumbled?
Not due to an intoxicant but due to a lack of visions,
Perception is the sum of all things, ever heard that before?
I wonder how Stevie made it so far when Ray Charles died broke…
Laughter is a funny thing isn’t it!
I mean Realism OR Real tragedy often must leave people hysterical,
All I do is Smile these days.
Heath Ledger would probably understand,
And I’m not joking when I say I can’t wait to converse with him.
I’m not suppressed by tormentors; I’m suppressed by fears.
I heard a ghost last night.
Isn’t it crazy how he is the closest thing I have to a friend, I named him Casper.
I know I’m rattling on but I don’t think it’s a shot of Anti-venom that the U.S. intends to inject me
with…
Untitled
By Xavier Davis
Perhaps this is all a dream, but I think not,
I Remember M.L.K saying something about soul force.
I suppose that what is within always finds a way to show without
And I might need the Webb telescope to find what I’m looking for.
Pardon me but I guess asking to be excused, and actually being excused are two different matters…
I learned what a filibuster was today,
Why is a butterfly so carefree?
I would love the opportunity to know what it feels like to be pretentious.
Ironically, I hate people that feel entitled,
A king’s own reflection is what he will see in the water.
I know I’m barging in but…
The wind has no destination.
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