Ugh, **** it
Just forgive him
So that you can move on

Just forgive him
For yourself
So that you can breath

Just forgive him
So that you try to forget him

The stresses of yesteryear will still be there
choose to move on
eat these chocolate I bought  you
it was 70 dollars
I don't walk around plucking money from trees  
the least you can do is freekin  eat them

forgive that idiot already
I need my sleep back
I need my life back
the endless tears  are just killing me

I mean, don't you ever get tired of crying
I mean, why give him your heart and soul
only to be ripped off like that

Just forgive him already
or is it the ***
do you really, miss it that much
I mean, that guy was really good
really great I could give him an A+
he was that great I would cry too if he left

Just forgive him
Cause life goes on

He's the skinnier
and the drunker

Just a few cents
for your pride is all he seeks

Sell your soul
the devil is in a good mood today

If these poem ever made sense
then you'd be the craziest
Just like her

Like the tales
She confides in

like the miniskirts
or the  cloths of the dark

your high on kush
Heaven here she come

Even if they didn't care

he made it to the furthest of lands

where hope and light felt more real

and the illusions of a better tomorrow 'laid to rest'

"Born"*
was created from lost hopes
dead dreams
unwritten tales
tough waves

"Born"
has magnitudes of words to be spoken
to be written
to be heard

"Borns"
profile is simple

If I told you my story*

You wouldn't be satisfied
You wouldn't understand it
you would seek more of it
and still beg me to stop narrating it
you won't bear the pains
but you will crave for the joys

"Born"
is most about reality, life
not much fiction

Just a pill for the crown
It doesn't matter what you think
Just a drink for the throne
it doesn't matter if it's your blood

Just a pill for the crown
In the ages of years l drown
pain in my body I toil
under the sun my blood boils

Just a pill for the crown
to pay what belongs to Cesar
my hands  full of blisters
they speak tales of a dwindling faith
the crown indeed,is merciless

If only you understood earth
Instead of creating your own demise
you wouldn't have time for me
and you wouldn't judge me

I strive for gold
With pride that I don't hold
don't call me greedy
I've stormed through tough sea's

Am having conflict with truth

The truth ain't something you want in your conscious

like a ******

The murderer feels relief
the victim terrorised him
so slicing her neck was like listening to a cool beat put together and the music is just perfect

or she just end up crying like a lost kitten
you didn't mean it
but it just happened
you feel lost
and your ghosts flash right in front of you

It doesn't really set you free

It puts you in a comma
the rest is up to you
whether you fight or just drown

At 15 I taught him some of my best curse words

we grew older,
and he shared a bottle of whisky just to whisk my days away

then we grew more older,
and I taught him how to fire a rifle,

it was indeed fun, too much fun,he killed a couple of birds and also managed to ******* his favourite dog

Then we grew more older,
and he shared his charming secrets that girls fall for

Then we grew more older,
and I shared my love for music, jazz to be exact, how peaceful it felt listening to it


Then we grew more older,
we tried to fall in love
and opted for Canon
but

Shhhh... Everything is going to be alright

Tell me something about hoes and prostitutes that I don't know


Something about shame
Lost dignity
tarnished pride
echoes
                    and
                      
                                    echoe­s
of lost innocence


The untold stories
still unfolding

Your drunk now
You puke then
You've passed out after

Seconds ago
You were "high" on everest
something that comes with youth
being zillious
or just  "swag" they insist

These stars sim darker
These heart was just massacred
These thoughts are forever taunting
These life is worse than death

Tell you something you don't know
these soul can be thistled
keep, keeping running and landing on thorns
your stared with thoughts of being devoured

decades ago
he sang you tales of stealth
but darkness, can be stronger
this is war
and cowards, are the only ones who are possessed with fear

They will write anthems of your courage
sing songs of your strength
perform poems to your broken widows
your progeny, will know of your suffering and sacrifice
'a beautiful dalliance indeed'

You armor yourself with solitude
instead of golds they offer you
they are gone
but they took you with them "it Sims"

The bishop says
your just a devil among angels
but deep, deep down
he knows your an angel among demons

I have been in a coffin
trying to forget my sad days behind

I've been on a cliff
trying to jump my way to freedom

I have been a poet
trying to write my days away

I have been an orphan
trying to run from winter of no mercy

I have been a killer
found it soothing to drink warm blood from her veins

I have been a shooter
a fearless monster

I have been a keeper
trying to cherish the pain and void that kept me going

Words
Words
my ink flows like cash
Keep hatin you gonna get smashed

been around the world flying like Jackson
and they still believe that am a mason

You know haters
just idlers
bakers if nothing but envy

Liz said
tomorrow everything will be okey
just wake up,brush your teeth and smile
it's gonna be a  better day

tomorrow I woke up, brushed my teeth, and left
I forgot to smile
because tomorrow nothing was okay

the day was not great
it felt more emptier
and lonelier
the scars felt more real

a memory not wanted
but stuck in my heart
soul and skin

tomorrow was not okay
but today
am coming home with a big smile
the one I invented
on my way back home

I've never actually been in a club

This is my first experience, and I believe the noise is too much for anyone who wants to keep their sanity intact
Where is the fun in loosing your eardrums?

Please someone enlighten

When am gone
have them put up a lane
Just to remember my name

am that guy who used to be here
writing about the Spears
that I've received over the years

I miss the days when i got a comment that said that was awesome

the days when plagiarism didn't taint our papers

the days when berly dov,
the fictional real character of hello poetry
didn't dominate our thoughts
our discussions

the days when Joe challenged our might to toy with words

the days when no one was competing to hate the other

the days when "Deborah"
didn't have to write about the hate that we are so eager to embrace

the days when I didn't have to write that
Hello poetry
should rest in peace

Whatever makes you feel less
constantly reminded of my place

"that"

Your not mine to keep but mine to misuse
mine to hate and abuse
mine to just, confuse

be sure not to forget
your just here because of mercy
because I can always use a handy man
because your not Mine, and mine don't tire

I write these words
with tears forming my eleven
miserable years

hoping to find some salvation from this deluded world

My local is not for the faint hearted. Lovers turned~haters brawl. People get poisoned, cops are beaten and a reveller once fell and died after a nonsensical fight with a friend he had been boozing with

It is the sort of place you keep one eye open. Your wallet could be swiped from your hind pocket, carjackers could trail you and work on  you right at your gate

Anyway due to all this shenanigans, security is paramount. The first line of defence are watchmen who spend the whole night preventing people who are too drunk to fight, from attempting to make a nuisance of themselves.

Then we have bouncer the clubs elite commandos. When idiots start clobbering each with broken beer bottles, it's their duty to raid that corner of the pub and fling the villains out

But you know what the bouncer does. Every morning, without fail, irrespective of whatever time he eaves the pub tired like a dog, he holds his little girls hand and walks her to the bus stop to catch the school bus

Every morning, without fail.......

Call the stars
and let me sing
just to forget my worries
for  minute

What I've been is delicious
maybe delirious
with  malicious thoughts

But that's it
am done being
what I have been

I want to be
what I could have been

this isn't that story
the one that when I wake
I leave all my hopes on the pillow

But when I wake
I have become
what I could have been

You see them partying
dancing and
enjoying

then you think to yourself
let me  join

not knowing your joining
the circle of regret

Some journeys needs to be walked alone

The silent,unsmiling face stares at me

father sat there
and me
across the table

We stared each other
blankly stared at each other

a thought crossed
should i say hi
should I say bye
maybe I should just cough

14 minutes 10 seconds
that's how long we've been having these conversation
of blank words

14 minutes 55 sec
you stood up
one hand  in your pocket

then you concluded
our 15 minutes conversation
your daring

that's it
you walked out

Our 15 min,wait
Our 15 centuries conversation
is over

Child,read my diary.
Dad's also been hurt by women
hurt real bad
heartbreaking experiences didn't obscure my "woman-view
I gathered guts to love again,
gleaned my lessons and got back in the groove

God's got you,ask him to lead you to your boaz, who's got one agenda
"Giving you prosperity and not disaster
. ..a future full of hope

That said ,child,you'll never know what loves all about until you trust.
really trust
take the risk
everything in life's a risk

Risk your trust,child.
fall in love

i can't write anything
no idea
no words
feels like my brain is literally locked

I've been here
Playing with words
Playing with hearts

I don't know
.
.
.
I don't know
whether to hate you
whether to love you
whether to **** you

I don't know
.
.
   .
.
I don't know
whether to harass you
whether to caress you
whether to kiss you

I don't know
.
       .
           .
               .
                   .
I don't know
what love is made of
why I see stars in your eyes
why am at crossroads