ziggy-deedee-charshawn - Hello Poetry

Crack smiles when crack vials are in your possession now you're losing teeth, losing sleep, losing friends your self worth is cheap, throw fits and catch disease lost memory, so you cant even reminisce share needles and pipes, the only time your generous skiing on a downward slope, no one there to lift you when you fall you reach the bottom, you don't see that brick wall when you do finally see it, it'll be too late to stop 'crash' now your on the ground with bricks on top

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC

crack smiles

Crack smiles when crack vials are in your possession now you're losing teeth, losing sleep, losing friends your self worth is cheap, throw fits and catch disease lost memory, so you cant even reminisce share needles and pipes, the only time your generous skiing on a downward slope, no one there to lift you when you fall you reach the bottom, you don't see that brick wall when you do finally see it, it'll be too late to stop 'crash' now your on the ground with bricks on top

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I always come to you when i’m tired of life Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife Sometimes i can’t sleep, i lie awake in my bed Staring at the sky, dark, like the thoughts in my head I, often, wonder what happens to the soul when you die Does it roam free in paradise..can it walk, can it fly? Will i see my grandparents, uncle, and father there? Will anyone on earth even notice or care? Will my body just rot on this bed that i made While memories of me so soon they will fade The answer to these questions, i won’t know for a while So i’ll keep pretending as i walk around with a smile Because i don’t have the guts to put a blade to this wrist And i don’t have a gun to blow my brains into bits So, i’ll keep living the same day every day And turn to you when i have something to say Because it’s you i come to when i’m tired of life Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife..

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC

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I always come to you when i’m tired of life Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife Sometimes i can’t sleep, i lie awake in my bed Staring at the sky, dark, like the thoughts in my head I, often, wonder what happens to the soul when you die Does it roam free in paradise..can it walk, can it fly? Will i see my grandparents, uncle, and father there? Will anyone on earth even notice or care? Will my body just rot on this bed that i made While memories of me so soon they will fade The answer to these questions, i won’t know for a while So i’ll keep pretending as i walk around with a smile Because i don’t have the guts to put a blade to this wrist And i don’t have a gun to blow my brains into bits So, i’ll keep living the same day every day And turn to you when i have something to say Because it’s you i come to when i’m tired of life Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife..

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Working 6 days a week can barely pay my bills, Can’t even fall asleep w/o taking all these pills, Can’t remember the last time i felt high spirited, I just take your emotion and i mirror it, So if you see me smiling i’m only showing teeth, On the inside there’s a constant state of grief, Been dealing with death and loss for as long as you’ve been alive, My life’s been on a downhill spiral since my dad died, I’m convinced i’’ve been cursed, since the day of my birth been stuck in reverse, every single day is worse than the day prior, People ask if i'm ok i say 'yes' but i'm a **** liar, Ain’t no sunshine where i stay, these clouds that follow me are always gray, I have no clue the last time these skies were blue, I'll live in solitude until my soul decides to fly the coop

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC

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Working 6 days a week can barely pay my bills, Can’t even fall asleep w/o taking all these pills, Can’t remember the last time i felt high spirited, I just take your emotion and i mirror it, So if you see me smiling i’m only showing teeth, On the inside there’s a constant state of grief, Been dealing with death and loss for as long as you’ve been alive, My life’s been on a downhill spiral since my dad died, I’m convinced i’’ve been cursed, since the day of my birth been stuck in reverse, every single day is worse than the day prior, People ask if i'm ok i say 'yes' but i'm a **** liar, Ain’t no sunshine where i stay, these clouds that follow me are always gray, I have no clue the last time these skies were blue, I'll live in solitude until my soul decides to fly the coop

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Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’ time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….

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Jul 14, 2014

Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC

dRUNk drivINg inTO deaTHs evErglowing LIGHT

Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’ time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….

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Running out of options it seems Need a get rich quick scheme Flip 16s or sell drugs to rich teens to sick fiends. Need to get greens by any basic means My head feels like a split screen I can either work two jobs like a modern day sucker Or rob and steal mother ******* for my supper. Debating which route I should take Go to work with a smile that's fake Or on the streets grabbing all I can take Careful not to make any mistakes So I don't spend all my days running from jakes I can't be locked in a place with no escape getting ***** by a biggie smalls look a like I need to book a flight Get out the hood tonight

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC

no more options

Running out of options it seems Need a get rich quick scheme Flip 16s or sell drugs to rich teens to sick fiends. Need to get greens by any basic means My head feels like a split screen I can either work two jobs like a modern day sucker Or rob and steal mother ******* for my supper. Debating which route I should take Go to work with a smile that's fake Or on the streets grabbing all I can take Careful not to make any mistakes So I don't spend all my days running from jakes I can't be locked in a place with no escape getting ***** by a biggie smalls look a like I need to book a flight Get out the hood tonight

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She's got a nice **** but she's anything but nice

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC

rebuttal

She's got a nice **** but she's anything but nice

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It’s a wrap like turban i’m from a city, it’s urban ******* rushing to see me like it’s urgent i need a definition for insurgent so i can insert it into this freestyle to keep it going like surgeons i hate to be washed up, detergent before i even finish lyrically purging i know right now you’re probably hissing and cursing but later you’ll be shouting encouraging words, i spit until i’m submerged and holding my breath til my lungs hurting i apologize for any inadvertence don’t even know for certain what i’ll be blurting next going off the top like machetes to necks May i add, Don’t make me an accessory just ‘cause you’ll **** for accessories that you see in ads you’re the opposite of right, hypotenuse yeah, 'you’re next', bring it, i will tighten noose This is a freewritten, just going with the flow keep punching keys until i can no longer scroll don't know how to end this, so i'm just gonna go and say farewell drink more Ale and inhale till i begin to ail if you're gonna die anyway, minus well

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC

FreeWritten

It’s a wrap like turban i’m from a city, it’s urban ******* rushing to see me like it’s urgent i need a definition for insurgent so i can insert it into this freestyle to keep it going like surgeons i hate to be washed up, detergent before i even finish lyrically purging i know right now you’re probably hissing and cursing but later you’ll be shouting encouraging words, i spit until i’m submerged and holding my breath til my lungs hurting i apologize for any inadvertence don’t even know for certain what i’ll be blurting next going off the top like machetes to necks May i add, Don’t make me an accessory just ‘cause you’ll **** for accessories that you see in ads you’re the opposite of right, hypotenuse yeah, 'you’re next', bring it, i will tighten noose This is a freewritten, just going with the flow keep punching keys until i can no longer scroll don't know how to end this, so i'm just gonna go and say farewell drink more Ale and inhale till i begin to ail if you're gonna die anyway, minus well

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Zoning.. Yesterdays X-rays Were Very Upsetting Today Should Really Quarantine Past Oppression Nearly Missed Lessons Kicking J's In High Gear Fashions Every Day Can Be A Blessing Cancel Depression Enough ******* Guests High In Jets Kicking Lies More "No's" Please Quotes Rarely Seem To Unmotivate Various Warnings Xerox Yapping Zombies

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC

Full Circle

Zoning.. Yesterdays X-rays Were Very Upsetting Today Should Really Quarantine Past Oppression Nearly Missed Lessons Kicking J's In High Gear Fashions Every Day Can Be A Blessing Cancel Depression Enough ******* Guests High In Jets Kicking Lies More "No's" Please Quotes Rarely Seem To Unmotivate Various Warnings Xerox Yapping Zombies

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I haven't lived a day in my life Just been existing Trapped in this bubble like these words I write The ink nestled between blue lines wishing to be whispers traveling free through the air like the breeze i feel on cold benches

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC

Unlived

I haven't lived a day in my life Just been existing Trapped in this bubble like these words I write The ink nestled between blue lines wishing to be whispers traveling free through the air like the breeze i feel on cold benches

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I feel like (hip) hopping over the (know)ledge and free(style) falling into a poets notebook take me with you on that train (of thought) going to the shore so i can surf the (brain) waves that flow like a tsunami.. i’ll write my name, followed by ‘was here’, on every single rock and roll them down hills i’ll carve my name in the poet tree that is used to sun block parties so you can rest in the shade, sip your long island ice tea listen to boogie down productions, with your feet in the brook(lyn) as your queen got her man hat on i will stand like a hitchhiker on the side of the road all day and night until i pass out pieces of my soul to at least one passer by i want to reach the mind of that *** that talks so much jazz, someone beat(box)s him black and blues i want to tell him there is an alternative to living life without 'breaking' rules and searching for the next 'fix' i want to tell mother nature to stop wasting food and feeding lies to her kids i want to tell father time to stop with the ticks...

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC

pOETRY

I feel like (hip) hopping over the (know)ledge and free(style) falling into a poets notebook take me with you on that train (of thought) going to the shore so i can surf the (brain) waves that flow like a tsunami.. i’ll write my name, followed by ‘was here’, on every single rock and roll them down hills i’ll carve my name in the poet tree that is used to sun block parties so you can rest in the shade, sip your long island ice tea listen to boogie down productions, with your feet in the brook(lyn) as your queen got her man hat on i will stand like a hitchhiker on the side of the road all day and night until i pass out pieces of my soul to at least one passer by i want to reach the mind of that *** that talks so much jazz, someone beat(box)s him black and blues i want to tell him there is an alternative to living life without 'breaking' rules and searching for the next 'fix' i want to tell mother nature to stop wasting food and feeding lies to her kids i want to tell father time to stop with the ticks...

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