'Giving up' is a saying. But so many know that it is life's tow.
We fight, we play, and we yell horray.
Our days filled with youth and joy and other stuff.
But when you grow up and are caught in deaths trap, you'll realise, it's a bluff.
We are born, and we live a life, but then we die.
So really...

We Were Born To Die.

if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
the genie of imagination begins inking
every piece referencing an original thread

one formulates works by this unique stead
of its methodology there will be no sinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

images and descriptive terms then spread
through each line noted on a linking
every piece referencing an original thread

to create one's own mixture of bread
never deviating far from the nub's clinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

always keeping time with a continual tread
the blue-print imparted in one's thinking
every piece referencing an original thread

what concept may spring to one's mind lead
within the verse there found natural blinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
*every piece referencing an original thread

can someone volunteer to help me
set up another Hello Poetry account
as I've not the know how in creating  
a second or possibly a third account

so please feel free to jot any information down
in the comment's section of this write
then I'll be able to start penning under
an additional name on the Hello Poetry site

Can we talk?

She said "Sure, give me a minute"

Wait a few seconds, that minute turned to ten,
Now one hour later,
She was ready to begin?

"What do you want to talk about?"
she yelled from
across the room.

Silence, I was sleeping.
But just then, she was about to hear the boom

So.......
She came at me like a wartime poet,
dropping bombs on my head like
I didn't even know it,
Ripped holes in my shirt
and I couldn't even sew it.
She busted rhymes in my mind
even CeLo couldn't own it.
Words flying so fast,
I coulda swore they were stolen.
She moved one step closer
and boom, I was falling.

Each time my mouth opened
I couldn't even answer,
Each word that I stut t t tered was
like lyrical cancer.
I ran around the room like
a Soul Train dancer.
Side stepping her questions
like I was her little **** prancer.
"*******, *****"
my words just got a little fancier.

Whoah!
"Who do you think you are,
are you done spitting it yet??"
You began this little battle,
but I'll be the one finishing it.
My words are louder than gunshots
Cuz, I'll be the one killing it.
I'll just turn my *** around
Cuz you'd be the
one kissing it.
This is only the beginning,
and I'm not finished dishing it

Shhhhit!!

She just broke in with a loud
"OH!! YOU DONE YOUR TIME"
So you can get on outta here with those wasted lyrics,
stupid rap, and busted rhymes.
This is my house, boy,
and you ain't living off this welfare dime.
Now, go cheat with some other hoes
and sip on their Boone's Farm strawberry wine.
Oh and one more thing, you might
want to call 9-1-1,

Cuz I am about to commit
****** on your *** and a misdemeanor crime.

See you were nothing to me
but my little, poor "boy toy"
and when I say "little" ..it wasn't
very much of joy joy.
The only time I got real excited and wet
was when you were walking out
my front door, door.
So, now carry your sorry ***
on over to your ex's house
cuz she was the real effin' *****, *****.

Oh, that 65" flat screen is mine, so is that X-Box,
touch one more ******* thing in here or I'll
double tap your ***
with the pair of my triple chromed 9mm hollow point custom made Hello Kitty Glocks.
Your time is up,
so say good bye once and for all
count it 1, 2, 3 or I'll punch your ******* clock.