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I love adam's music so much. He already inspires so much of my songwriting. Geez is he really gonna get me into poetry too

holy shit

you freaking person ....you write songs that instantly replace my consciousness with rainbows and ultimate simpage....I almost sold my soul to write like you do lol ... to poetry I come

good job keep up the good work

This fr moved me to tears.. wow

A man of many talents

holy fuck

adam, oh my god. what a talented human he is.

Sounds like Danez Smith..🤔🤔🤔

Best. English. Teacher. Ever. I miss you, Ms Manso...

Love the passion xx

you aint my slime you aint my slime.

Absolutely amazing!!!

Hay nako.

she's my teacher now

I've watched this like three times and every time I cry. This is incredible. So so powerful. This is amazing.

THIS IS REAL. THIS IS POWERFUL. THIS POEM IS AWESOME.

you know, children can see things that adults can't. I think even though you are an adult, you see those things.

Love this poem!

Yeeesssss

i love rudy so much

FUCKING CHILLSSS

love it

this is amazing

Beautiful

That was powerful and heartbreaking. I stumbled on to your channel and was happy that I did. You are incredibly talented. Good luck Adam.

Amazing

oh my goodness . this man's poems are absolutely beautiful. I want more people to hear him

When meeting the Boogeyman for the first time in the daylight forget all of your nocturnal history with him everything between you is as pure and clean as the sheets back when you were still a virgin but you’ve been dreaming about him since you were eight you hate to admit it but you got some of the details wrong like how his hair isn’t thornbush tangled and his nails aren’t sixteen inches long but his eyes are the same that bruised brown like the inside of a little girl's closet shut tightly at the sound of a father’s approach he regards you with a gaze that you’ve only seen around corners of neighborhoods that you should not be walking in alone at night and you find yourself returning his stare noticing how the curls of his hair make it look like he crawled out of someone else’s bed but wasn’t sleeping there you try to imagine him tangled up in straightjacket sheets and yet the image beats itself into your mind till you picture him slithering out from behind some other bedroom door the thought bleeds its way into your brain like an aneurysm how many girls’ closets did he hide in before your’s You’re not his first victim and the worst part is you shouldn’t want to be so many other girls will know what it feels like to be hiding under their covers and feel like they’re being buried alive and just like them he will try to break you he will take away everything that ever protected you baby blankets, rosaries, nightlights crucifixes won’t do anything the Boogeyman doesn’t believe in god he’ll make you realize that god is only in churches and cemeteries and you’re fast on your way to one of them so swallow your repentance along with the taste of his skin your repentance will be that you cry yourself to sleep every night for the rest of your life he will leave you like a full mausoleum reeking with the unburied remnants of what you could have been he holds out his hand his perfectly human hand don’t think about how many times he’s tried to drag you into the darkness don’t think about every time he left a wreath of black funeral roses around your neck with those fingers and even how to this day the choking sensation lingers at that place in your throat where your pulse is left alive at the sight of the monster before you and try to ignore the abscess that rises in your stomach when he says “what’s your name?” as if he doesn’t know you remember your face is not familiar to him when it’s not crumpled up like a dirty bed sheet he doesn’t recognize your eyes when they’re not written by red don’t be offended when he doesn’t place you right away remember he’s never seen you in the sunlight but he is still the same as that thing in the dark that shoved its tongue down your throat to keep you from screaming he’s kept you from dreaming about anything sweet for the last seven years he is the Boogeyman who always licked the tears from your cheeks leaving you curled up in your sheets like a salted on snail weeping as he turns the lights out

So beautiful.

Ooooooh kayyyyyy

Oh my...

MSU as in Michigan State..?

Amazing

what the heck...

This is my favorite poem

Well said! So pleased to see passion that is unwavering!

Yes just so yes!! Love it!!!!

Amazing, I love it

Adam is straight up one of the most talented people I have ever had the pleasure of discovering

love this