Are you blind? Can you not see? I do this **** without a thought I do this **** so effort Less - ly Like an old man sittin in his rockin chair Sippin on some green - tea Like I'm speedin down The highway just free to be - me
Can you not see? Writings like an ***** and it functions like a heart - beat Boom boom - strap your ***** in and find a comfy *** - seat Boom boom - my writings all be formin when I'm walkin down the **** street Boom boom - Ima be lol'in as my fans line up - boom boom - for a meet n greet.
Do you finally - see? Its like a mean grean hulkish transformation Ima straight beast. I be smashing competition like Michael Jordan - its a straight feast. Hulk smash! Its a fine treat. I be swishing all my buckets as they All be kissin my - feet
It all comes without a thought and Comes very natural- ly like a virus - coursing through my veins like a musical dis - sease Ima sneeze... Achoo! And pass it onto others - as much as I - please. ***** freeze! Ima infect the world with my Musical. - ******
Now that I've laid my piece While sippin on some green tea While ridin so free I hope you finally - see - Ima straight beast. Peace!
I've heard alot of people say I write with a style that sounds like it could be music. So I took that idea and ran with it. This was more of a just-for-fun type of thing more than anything. I like it at least. I read it as rap 😁.
My life train is passing through, Many stations. I don't know what exactly but they have some kind, Of temptation. May be one of them is, My destination. Regarding my feelings I really have, No explanations.
I've seen you smile with pain in your heart Watched you fall, Crash to the bottom And crawl your way back to the top You're stronger than you think Every day is a new beginning, A new page, a clean slate A chance begin anew, start afresh, To get it right I want you to taste life like it's new Let the sun remind you That life is beautiful every day Let the rainbow bring colours of laughter to you Embrace the gift of life Cherish the blessings that guides you And may you only know Hope that makes you dream Failure that brings you success, Success that brings you joy Friends that makes you laugh Passion that makes you live And love that makes you love more.
someday. you will find someone whose words form a bandage which seamlessly mends your wounds. someday. you will no longer need to fight in order to recieve love. someday. you will lose yourself in the eyes of your lover but in the midst you will find who you are. someday. you will lose sleep not because you feel hurt, but because you feel whole. someday. you will find your someone. you will bask in their warmth. & hold tight to their hands. & I pray to god you will never let go. someday. maybe not today. but someday.
you. you became from the 1,999,999. so despite what it may seem— you are a rarity, a true force of nature. out of 1,999,999 you were the one which remained: the one who overcame. your emergence itself was a miracle— so how could your existence now be any less?
on average, women are born with around 2 million eggs. so truly, it is a miracle to have been the one which was chosen :)
my body is sanctuary— my body is built of stone. my body is always with me— why im never alone. and while it may be a part of me, this place is not my home. this structure of bone and mysterious matter is truly nothing but a place to house my mindless chatter. the rest is but dust, taking up space to prove I exist— to show i am more than my madness. I am a heartbeat, a brain wave, a breath. I am a sister, a daughter, a friend. but I live in a body that is not my own— this is not my home and therefore I may roam.
the poems come torrentially, hurricane, waterfall & tornado are working adjectives worthy of the task, yet unequal to the unlimited army of the written dead of unread poems and poets that occupy the nether of blog, podcast, and poetry sites, orphan stars in the un-salvaged junkyard galaxy of verbiage
a faceless wight, once alive, now permanently dead, we shuffle march, chanting each our own newbie poem, onward soldiers to ignominy and glory so fleeting, we are forgot before we are remembered
this is life in poetry, or better yet, the worst of it, (sigh) this is the poetry of lives
all for nought, nought for all, at least we pass our prison time in the company of fellow strugglers