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Born Sep 2013
Today my thoughts are dry,
am empty, am buried deep in solitude
i cant think forward,just sluckin behind
i've become sloppy
,a helping hand would have helped
but nah, i got none real human
everyone wants to reap what they didnt saw,,ugh its annoying!!

I trust none but my pen and ink,atlst i can burry my sorrow somewhere!
Born Jul 2015
I am just a young man
who is dark
like the Graves upon my path

Don't uphold my name
unless I've earned it

I've been cruel and murderous
the darkness made me more violent
a man with no soul
no conscious
Born Dec 2015
Fact or fiction

Reality or illusions

lately the line has been
a little too blur

I have these poignant thoughts
about my life
the future is scary

More scary now
that my eyes are wide open


I can't close these gate
I can't close these chapter
I can't close these door

It has to happen
I know it has to happen
It painfully has to happen
© Ibrahim
Born Mar 2015
You'll always be who you believe to be
Born Jul 2015
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
Born Nov 2014
What I do know is
You told me you don't wanna see me again

You sound  delusional
Sad and shallow


I was supposed to be  happy
You know, something like love of my life

was looking for someone to **** with
Play with,tune with and then dump with


I loved you unconditionally
Us two was an epic love

Ashtray

ashtray!

Ashtray
I smoked you and when I was done, ashtray


That's horrible
I feel like crying

Huh!
Us was a beautiful ***
But now, am done with


Am human
I would have given an empire for you

Crazy girl
I was paid with, to mess with


Humiliation
I never saw this one coming
You think my best days are behind me

Your *** definitely
You got a bright future behind


Did you ever...
Was their an us

*Who the  heck  you wanna be with beside me
I mean
You say your obsessed with me, and I agree
I mean
If I die today, my  Winchester Model 70 goes to my son
I mean
Get the hell out
its not like am gonna kiss you goodbye
Born Jun 2017
My poems are so dark that sometimes they frighten me
do I hate or enjoy darkness?
does it define me?
Is this the person that  I am deep down?
Would you read THIS POEM and still think that Born is sane?

Which person shuns hope
In such a sweet way, that he almost entices you into despair?
Who the heck writes such an emotive piece
that screams help me
But doesn't rely ask for it

Does my path lead to purgatory
a haunting forsaken place?
Why call myself Born
If am dead inside.

Why do I lie to myself
that my poems are filled with light that will brighten my days
is hopelessness a gift to be shared or devoured and isolated?
is a ray of light that frightening?
sincerely leave a comment . am sure you've noticed the question marks
Born Sep 2019
Perhaps maybe an interactive piece
Pages upon ages
Of what seemed to be a decision.

Decision, a thought that made it out
Of the cages created to keep
The illusion flowing

A decision was made
Overwhelmingly without considering
the consequences but rather
the satisfactions that came with it

on this highway of life
that decision never left you
slowly wrecking your soul
and in tears you held and hoped for more

was that decision a morphine or an addiction
is it a hopeless will that haunts
is it a rope on your neck
slowly taking your days away

so you sit and wonder
if the decisions you’ve made
are made for you
or your subconsciously following a pattern
a laid foundation
a culture that was created to control, without you knowing
Born Apr 2020
Am just a lazy poem born, crafted by a tired soul
Words seem illusive when you try to
Pound them out of a dead mans brain

Some poems feel like a resistance
Against some invented ideals
Tainted by imposed patriarch
Who know nothings
but holds onto a scripted reality

Ugh, Am just a lazy poem tuning into
A frequency of love
the ballads and broken heart
the blissful days
the  trust cemented by hope
And the wishes cealed by prayers


Some poems feel like funerals and weddings
the tears that can't be held back
the flowers, the scent
the memories and cealed fate
And the promises of what the future holds
Born Apr 2015
Loool,***
Haha haha
I can't breath
what a joke

write me a whaaaat?
you must be insane

I wrote you a freaking journal
how you reaped my heart and jumped on it
c'mon babes you forgot that already

okey let's try this again
remember the pressure you gave me
the dramas
seeing you was traumatising
loving you was, is and will always be
the hardest thing I've ever done

so yeah
I wrote you a poem
just one poem
but I couldn't finish it
the pen rebelled
the ink stopped flowing
my hands trembled
and my heart pounded fiercely
the words were too heavy
so they remain stuck on my throat
X
Born Apr 2020
X
Dear 18th century
I thought you should know that
earth has officially been destroyed
Born Aug 2019
Yes I lied
I know am a plagarised soul
don't lose yours trying to find mine
and yes, yes yes yes I lied

Ive never written a poem about you
Without thinking about
the delicate
Beautiful texture of those rosy lips

Yes I lied
Sometimes I lay here
thinking about it all
What and whatever we could have been

Yes I lied
Your words were like gasoline
and you poured them on me
like there's no tomorrow

Yes I lied
I loved you and forgot about me
I chased you and forgot to see what's wrong
I desired us and forgot to crawl for my sake

Yes I lied
There's no fire
without smoke
and ive been burned
cause I forgot the I.
There's only i
I in we
Born Dec 2014
Your soo lucky you look beautiful
and I bet you didn't know am your favorite cloud, yeah, favourite cloud

                    Me running towards the sun to shade you is just a normal thing.
               The heat, my face falling
scorched skin , this is me preparing for the theaters
             You see, am a good actor, the one who just likes to cry at night and eat ice cream in the morning

             Ice cream in the morning! I know that's strange, but I have to freeze my heart so that I can run to  the sun
          when poets melt then romance fades
inspired by wicked hope
Born Aug 2014
Am afraid of ghosts
I never walked by the cemetery
life has got too heavy on my shoulders
you were the strength that made my heart beat

I don't want you to be that person
a person i despise from the depths of my soul
i've always hoped to tear you into thousands of pieces
but i've learned to keep my enemies closer
even if,rejection is all that i was taught

I will seek the truth
even if its beneath mountains
i know we cannot change destiny
i don't know what I have done
i don't know what's ahead of us
I don't know
Born May 2015
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
your daring ,I've pondered enough


I've hated you longer than I can remember ,but this is the beginning of recognizing the 'probable' love you had for me
Born Jun 2015
remember to let them know
that
talent
is not a luck

so when you
paint words
that are impossible to craft

or

sing a high note
with
so much passion
and confidence

let them know it is not by luck
Born Mar 2015
Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty

but when I read your words ,they ******* me ,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense

They make me Wonder, why should i call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme  
or flow

But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I found peace whenever I wrote them
I floated like a feather and forgot my permanent scars
with these words am a Knight and a hero
what are you with your words
Born Jul 2017
Ugh
Not again
You have that pensive look
the slurred algebraic expression
that algorithmic stench
Molten into confusing matrix
Geometrically weirdly shaped

Please shut up
I can't take it anymore
Your meagerly written poems
the frustrating metaphors
baked with suffocating syllables
dude, what the heck is a pensive look


There's a huge probability it won't
delve out any logical statistics.
the equations alone will alienate you
the calculus involved is far ahead of your time
just stick with trigonometric thoughts
C'mon you already know the plane of your thighs are sophisticated*

is that a compliment
Painting splendid imagery
that nobody else understands
a poet lurking in words
always writing  
Unfiltered intricately worded poems
Born Aug 2017
I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom

Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days

Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents

No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth  of that poem
Born Mar 2018
Sometimes writing poetry
is all we've got
Exclaiming our feelings with words
Is all we've got
Fighting for change with words
Is all we've got

Sometimes arming ourselves with haikus
Is all we've got
Exploding bitter pills with prose
is all we've got
Soothing our scorching wounds with sonnets
Is all we've got
Asking for mercy, love, unity and peace in repetition
Is all we've got

Sometimes writing poetry for you
Is all he's got
With every stanza he wrote, he bought a Ferrari
with every rhyme she wrote, she bought you a mansion
because
that's all he's got

So dream

Pray

Shout

Love

With words
because
that's all we've got

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