A short poem I wrote recently. Short.

Love Dads




The Flu


The flu you caught I had last week.
I’m unfortunately quite happy you’re so weak.
If I cant have your heart I hope you’ll sigh
“That I got the flu from a ridiculous guy”
Something of me inside of you 
Penetrates me with delightful review. 
If I can’t have you really, my bacteria should. 
They will ravage you adoringly like I never could

-Dads Viadedi

The Flu (Short)

A longer poem, (Darker more depth)

Background Track (Mono-Unseen)



(Below is the poem as I had to rush off, I put the unedited words up will update with proper grammar and spelling in a few days!) 


Nothing and Somebody Dancing


Everything I hate is around these walls
I try to escape but it cant because it all falls away
From what I was once, a person
But I am not a person
A person lives’.
A person breathes.
A person laughs.
A person doesn’t shed his skin like a snake until he falls away
and flakes to something else to something new.
He tries to work he tries to laugh 
But it doesn’t.
It doesn’t make anything anymore
Nothing comes.
The wickedness of the curtains hanging up around the foiled rack
it doesn’t do anything but sways with the stinging breeze.
When he opens a book and mindlessly stares, 
watching a program and pointlessly cares
He sees himself in another life
Dancing, holding hands with someone 
Losing his webbed virginity
But that’s because it is another life
When its back to reality
Its back to him.

Its back to him back to the nothing

There is no person here there is only nothing
A nothing is still a somebody but a somebody doesn’t necessarily have to be a Person
If you are a person you breathe naturally
If you’re a somebody you don’t have a choice to breathe
If you’re nothing you don’t breathe at all.

Because the only escape Is nothing.
If there was another escape if there was another door to choose
It would be open straight away
But because it is nothing
I don’t want nothing I want something
That why I want to be a person
But a person has to choose one door and a door that leads to nothing
And nothing is absolutely nothing


Nothing and Somebody Dancing

When I write my poems I usually will just record myself saying a few lines and try and go from the top of my mindless head. I wanted to show you a completely unedited version of me just speaking. This is the origins of where the poem Nothing and Somebody comes from.

Love Dads

Nothing and Somebody Dancing  UNEDITED FREESTYLE

The Best of British is a poem about religious iconography and celebrity obsession, this more apparent in the explicit version I will put up in a weeks time.

Many of my friends have said this helps with the ASMR, I am new to this but apparently it gives them a very nice but strange sensation at the back of their scalp. Im more then happy to give this feeling.

The Best of The British Poem (Censored)

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