I am...
 

I keep...

Searching in mirrors, exploring in portals
Begging the omnipotent, imploring immortals
Try to creep through the back door of heaven
No grace for a pleb, no pass for a peasant.

Am I...

Scum?
The senseless one
Huh?
Is the best to come?
*shrug*
Let's get drunk
*glug*
The stench of rum.

I keep...

Digging in tunnels, running in circles
I'm saying a lot...but none of it verbal
I speak to myself, and I choose not to listen
I drink from this doubt, and chew on contrition.

I am...

Contorted with fright
A sordid delight
This twisted fantasy
Born in the night
A tryst with blasphemy
Distorting the light
A sort of...listless vanity.

Wow those tags were quick lol

Up.

This is good.

Ditto

Enjoyed this and the structure was great it seemed to flow like h20 but
Didn’t really fw the highlighted part. Choppy

This was a decent read, Witty.

I enjoyed this read, for it's sort of disdainful ordeal you portrayed yourself of having. You seem to be in a corner with your shadow or something...which is interesting. I rather enjoy your narrative style, and intellect. You also seem to have a sort of sarcastic tone with yourself; which is good. I don't think you're a pleb, I think you write a little better than that. But some of these lines indicate, you need more experience with things; but that's okay. I don't think you're scum, but you can be if you're not careful. Lines like 'creeping into heaven' were pretty cool..but you should've continued on such a route in your writing. More christian undertones, so to speak. But yeah, this was a poem - about you; - and I enjoyed it. Didn't seem too out there; nice one man. Good work on this one. Nice imagery as-well. I suppose you can work on your consistency with your undertones, but this was good. Nice, one. Keep writing!

This deserves more.

It's good but I've seen better from you in the past. More than a couple times. Don't have links right now.
You champed that league last year I believe?

Write something new?

Gay

The portal would say:

We don’t agree with your stance, but the flowy way you easily handled such immense context was great.

Write more, Fox

No, you aren't
Dope shit tho.
<3

This was really really good. Loved the conversational tone and poetic-tale throughout. Lots of highlights of a reflective nature.

I'm saying a lot...but none of it verbal
I speak to myself, and I choose not to listen
I drink from this doubt, and chew on contrition

Those stood out to me the most because they’re so relatable. Write more.

Fucking hell I was dope.

let me hear it