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Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
In truth.. if I smiled as much as I use the smiley emoticon in a chat, or laughed as hard as when I use the various abbreviations 'lol' '*****' '****' and sorts, I think my life wouldn't be as ****** up as it is right now.
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
People who have made their money, tie those who haven't made their money down by 'how' they made their money. Now to be frank, I think they have no choice but to be tied down, however, they can choose how strong the knot would and should be....and hence get a chance to make their money, in order to tie others down. It's a never ending cycle :)
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
The blacksmith

He sees what he wants and he approaches it
Strikes a deal with this item
And starts his work on it

'baby you are looking fat' he says, 'why don't you sign up at the nearest gym'
'baby, this make up is a bit much, why don't you cut down on it'
'baby, you should dress like this, I prefer mini skirts to long trousers'
'I don't think I like your friend, she makes me feel uncomfortable, stop talking to her'

He makes all this changes and more to his new item, looking now at the finished product, he detests the works of his own hands, but why, he created this, he made and shaped this item into his own liking, lo has he outgrown it?, like a little child, has he found a better thing to call toy?, like a blacksmith, he'd leave the works of his hands to attend to a new one....blacksmiths are not contented, they strive for perfection, the perfect sword, the perfect shield, the perfect girl.
Little do they know, to be perfect is to be contented.

Pray you don't come across a blacksmith :)
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
She said she was being real
She knew that cut would never heal
She thought about this as she ate her meal
And minutes later she took another pill

She's aborted her last
Her future has been destroyed by her past
She now covers her face with a mask
She knows her womb would never embark on any task

He felt he was being real
He smoked cannabis, and just wanted to chill
He drank most of those mixtures and popped many pills
His mates cheered him on, he felt the immense thrill

That operation was the last
His kidney could not work as fast
His future has been destroyed by his past
And he drowned in his sorrows....for his sorrows were vast

They thought they were being real
They future was destroyed by their past
They both took the pill
And they both died with their dreams at last
You have your fun over there at the cool kids table, I prefer my spot here with the normal people
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
I'm sorry if all I do is stare,
At your wounded heart, 'cos I never bothered to care

You said he hurt you again.
He made you feel things, much more worse than pain
He punched and slapped, and kicked and swore
He hit you so hard,i could have sworn he broke your jaw
I felt the need to rise and fight
But at that moment, it just didn't feel right
This was a cause that wasn't mine
And I, as always felt you'd do just fine
A couple of hits, a couple of beats
Would never in hell, take you down to the pit
But I was wrong
You were not strong

Your funeral was last three weeks
And as I stared at your grave I felt really weak
My eyes gave in and started to leak
Your death taught me all I ever needed was just to speak
Wrote this for a friend, her boyfriend always abused her, I tried warning her, but she always wore this face that spelt brave, I figured she'd be just fine.....she was not
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
Here is where?
Where is there?

There is here
And where is right here
Errr....say I was bored, got writers block, so if you can add something else to it....pls don't hold back. thank you
Emmanuel Coker Feb 2015
Why am I still holding on
You already left me before I realised you were gone
You made my heart a personal hell
And left me there alone to burn

I cried so hard during the nights,
I felt my heart searching for the light
Maybe at the end of the tunnel, right before that bend
It will be there for me, looking so bright

I hope you die and crash and burn
And then i'd laugh 'cos now it's your turn
A sight it would be to watch you cry
'Cos baby, your sorrow is now my fun
Immense sadness leads to sadism.... the aftermath of a broken heart is emptiness,...emptiness that breeds within itself a monster.
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