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I think about the odds against me
And i know why i hate math so much
I dream of God's touch
Assuring me i'm the man my grandfather wanted me to be
He's no longer here for me to know
And now this bridge isn't as golden
And my pockets aren't holding
All this change
I wish i could properly rearrange
Without going through an uphill battle
But some people are as carefree as cattle
And hold life in a very small window
But i hate being a spider with two legs
So i decided to hold my podium higher while i speak my words
I think to not get anything accomplished is absurd
But i'm looking for a better word
Cause that's not good enough
For me
I want to be the best man i can to be the world
But i have a few losses on the road
I wonder if i'm still making playoffs
I guess i'm just crossing my fingers
As time lingers
I'm holding onto something that might or might not happen
I'm tired of cornering myself into living this life
So i'm going to solve this puzzle
While you bring more for me to solve
I got more problems fixed but many more coming up
Don't worry, i'm used to this
I'm now a professional
That's the only response you should have
To this roller coaster with no wheels or rails
You see all the details it entails?
It's loud out here but the self esteem is soft
And that's a terrible crime
I'm finding ways to rhyme
And all this garbage is happening in the world
I want to be be able to stare into a kid who has nothing in the eye and give them the world
It isn't about me
I'd brag about my fat stacks going to other people not for myself
These fat stacks have meaning now
Isn't that odd?
I like giving things meaning
It's what keeps me going
Have you ever seen a person bloom so much that you can smell the nectar nearby?
I always try to write longer pieces
But i always end them on a short note.
Dang it, i did it again.
What was my theme again?
Another fun poem i felt like just writing.It's a style i like to throw out there every once in awhile.
The News is basically that overplayed radio single you hate hearing.
Most of the time, it just annoys.
Most of the time, it just enrages.
A very simple poem, but I think it was needed to be written.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
Only to not have a clue
Where the Indians were actually at.
I was named Peter for a reason
Come on, i'll take you away from the hurt
You'll be my Wendy
As we transcend into Neverland
Probably my favorite short poem now. It just randomly came to me, glad i was able to write it down.
New Zealand's National Animal is the Unicorn
My National Animal is the one you like the most.
A party that forgot to hire a host
Trying too hard is what i do most.
It's okay, my veins are still in tact.
As long as you're okay, in matter of fact.
I hate wasting words
Like when people say they're going to do something but they never do
Yeah, just like that.
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