this is the illest thing I ever wrote

Been a long gone but I'm back again... I think this is the illest thing I ever wrote because its the 1st poem I ever wrote. yeah I had to dig in the archieves for this one.


So much pressure in every direction must be the reason why I'm stressing. The fact that my mind is on an ultimate lockdown got me wishing that I could find the keys so I can come and go as I please. But how would I function living outside my box with the possibility of being put back in a box. I would be back at square one, and I don't want to be there. It's as if my crainuim is constipated and you can smell the build up of my thoughts, problems, goal, ambitions and expections from a mile away. The bystander can't stand my stench, yet the bystanders remain bystanders and look on like Doctors making notes in their notebooks of statistics making me another number making me another percent. What I need is something God sent something spritual not material because I can tell the time using the shadows of my brothers and sister. I want me voice to be an ember that you cannot extinguish. So my words can grow like a wildfire to get people to realize that the ultimate "hardness" is surviving all opsticals and not suffering the same fate of others who let the system position them in paralyzing perdictaments. So in knowing that my mind is tangled I'm hoping that hope can get my dream box out of the roping ropes of stereotypes. Being infatuated with inner peace I'm yearning for other to conquer it and join me in the tranquil space of the inner peace.

love it or hate it you just read it....thanks for reading

Writeous Wes

I'm on a World Tour

hey yall here another addition to Wes' Mental Bleed... lol just read and bask in my pool of bloody thoughts.


So once again I find myself on a Fung Wah bus headed to NYC. This is like my contidioning for when I actually become famous and would have to tour the country, actually I really love it. There are so many things I want to see and do before I croak. First on my list is touring Europe, its just one jump over a pond (like the english say lol). Its a look at many different cultures, all I know is whats seen on Tv. We all know how Tv makes things look either really great or really horrible like Africa. My Frannypie tells me Africa is soo effin awesomely extraordinary (well those weren't her exact words but you get the idea). So that adds Africa to my list, another spot I want to see is Hawaii. Just because I'm madly infatuated with pineapples, like if pineapples were a person I would marry her and have a whole bunch of spikey, haitian-hawaiian children. A bit excessive, I think not lol. Also I want to see a Volcano and want to learn how to surf (have to learn to swim first lol) so Hawaii is the spot for all that. I'm definately going to Brazil I hear carnival there is nonstop for like 4 days and call me a creep but the woman are...I won't even get into that lmao. Now before I'm 30 I'm jumping out of a plane with a parashoot straped to my back, yes im talking about skydiving its like the most invigorating, and breathe taking experience ever plus the view has to be captivating. Oh yeah one more place I want to leave footprints in is Tokyo. Their light years ahead of us with everything so being there would be like stepping into the future, sounds cool huh? Yeah I know lol. Thats the adventures I've yet to go on, want to tag along? You're more than welcome to just cant be a party pooper or a wimp. Hate it or loveit you just read it.

Thanks for reading.....

Writeous Wes

Lost one

Hey yall, sorry that I haven't posted a new entry lately but I've been getting in the grove of school, You know how that goes.


So this post is a poem I wrote for a girl I had a thing for back in high school.


There's never been a name that flooded my brain like yours and I dont know why. But I want an answer tht will justify the presence of this 7 letter word. These letters when strategicly put together make a sound that can only be compared to a symphony. This pronoun is powered by this angelic being that stops my heart cold and melts my soul. Turning me to a stupifided fein. Stuck in a retarted state I dont know what to do, acting like a fool everytime I'm around you. Maybe its because the flawless features of your face bring to mind the absolute beauty that many would compare to cleopatra, but the way I see it she should be held in comparison to you. Just the shine of your eyes alone can only be referenced to the glow of the moon. Listen here this is my sonnet to you, yeah you...know who you are. The girl who popped the cherry to my heart. Never thought guys had a cherry to pop but I guess we do, well I know I do. Wait...there is one more and I know his heart still a bit sore. Now its time to wake up from being comatose and take a double dose of asprin cause gettin struck by love it leaves a pretty deep scar. But I don't need no cocoa butter for this wound seeing how its a reminder of you. So I guess you can call it a beauty mark. Now before I embark on my quest like Johnny I'm a count the tick tocks of my internal clock waiting to see when our time will come. And for my sack hopefully father time speeds things up.

...thanks for reading

Writeous Wes