Fallen Rebel of Eden

Fallen Rebel of Eden Sep 2014

THE RUSSIAN ROULETTE: hard street style poetry

In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.

© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden

Temper tantrums were my problem. To be classy and mature was a struggle to accomplish. So when someone hit the wrong button, I turned like a glock and handle that someone and pray for them. I knew how to use these fists. Its important to calm down. Physical violence brings out regret and shame at the end of the day. Results are ugly and endless. I been there so many times. So when you feel you have to lash out, hold yourself back, and walk away.

#writingpoetry

Sep 2014

Lukas

Fallen Angel

My wings beat quick
But you catch me
The feathers fall off
One by one
My wings are gone
You drop me
Down I fall to the earth below
I wonder for days
I find others
I realize this is my home
With the fallen angels

#pain #fallen #gone #angels #wings

Sep 2014

Frustrated Poet

Man vs. Woman

Man and woman, though different
Are equal in the eyes of God.
inexplicable though true but still
Unacceptable for some perhaps

Man is the highest of all creations
Woman is the most sublime of all Ideals.
God made for a man a throne,
for a woman an altar.
the throne exalts,
The altar sanctifies.

Man is the brain.
woman is the heart.
The brain fabricates light while
The heart produces love.
light fecunds,
Love resuscitates.

Man is the code.
Woman is the gospel.
The code corrects
As the gospel perfects.

Man is the genius while
Woman is the angel.
The genius is undefinable
And the angel is immeasurable.

Man is strong in reason
but woman is invincible in her tears.
Reason convinces the most stubborn
Just as tears soften the hardest of mortals.

Man is the ocean
And the woman is the lake.
The ocean has it's pearls that adorn;
The lake has its poems that dazzle.

**Man stands where the earth ends;
And woman where heaven begins.

This was made by my mom when she was in college. She asked me to post this. Im so proud. Love you mama! ❤

#man #woman #equal

Sep 2014

Emma Pickwick

Haunt

It was October
He was inside me
I was crying.

Sep 2014

Firefly

Death Ink

The ink crawled down my throat,
Mixing with the blood,
Without a boat.
They sneered at the dare,
Cruel friends,
Open-mouthed stare.
A fire kindled deep within,
They still laughed,
My eyes watered,feelling a sting.
Foam at my mouth,
Stupid urge to pout.
Distracting the feeling of fall,
Shouts all around.
Abhorrent playground.
No one continued to notice the frail,pale boy on the ground.
Ardor of death,
Feeling of dread,
Tasting someone's cold breath,
My soul,wispy,fragile threads.
Suddenly my eyes closed,
Devoid of feeling,
My end fate chosed.
-**Firefly

#depression #death #end #ink #firefly