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nd Apr 2019
when I was still a younger me, let's talk when i was 19 or 20

heartache can be caused by losing a boyfriend

you know the pain right?
you know how hurt the pain is, right?

when I turned 21
the same kind of heartache still there
different man, different story, same heartache

still when I was 21
it happened on August 2018

I lost my grandpa, he passed away

heart attack, they said

it was hurt so bad and i can barely breathe
it felt hurt, but different kind of heartache.

-

then October 2018,
same thing, different person, happened

I lost my best friend on a plane crashed

it was terribly hurt

it felt hurt, but another different kind of heartache

-

and after that,

losing a living human is nothing but a pinch on my cheek.
if they're still alive, then you're not losing them.
Megan Parson Apr 2019
As he left for war,
with fear galore.
On the lonely streets,
She waited.

  As he grew weary of walk,
  weary of war,
  & cursed his fate,
  She waited.

     As he dreamt of her,
     each forlorn night,
     when cold birthed frostbite,
     She waited.

        When winter approached,
        & food scarce,
        By the dying embers,
        She waited.
  
          As spring drew near,
          The springs in her heart
          grew weak. On her death bed,
          She breathes her last.

              With his hand in hers,
               He waited.
On a sombre note.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019
In the blink of the eyes
It ended
Without a beginning

And sometimes
We must travel
The journey
Alone

No way out
Just like a dream
Genre: Dark Abstract
Theme: Later that night he/she concluded while conducting a better human project, he/she died. || Pray for peace
Anna Apr 2019
When the days are long and the nights are restless,
we seek for a way to forget.
We bathe in our sorrows.
We rip ourselves to shreds.
We bleed to feel, because not feeling hurts more then the pain of blades.
When life ***** us over we struggle to climb back up,
and when we get up. Life laughs and kicks us down again.

Whats the point.
We feel nothing.
We are in an endless cycle.
Whats the point.
Alexis Apr 2019
I’m not easily broken, but you really cut me down a notch. You led me up a tall cliff with the "I love you’s" and the "what would I do without you’s" and then you pushed me off the edge. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath as I watched you shrink away. Now here I am back at the bottom, in a pit of broken trust and low expectations. Another hole punched in my paper heart.
Aaron LaLux Apr 2019
Another prophet who got his top knocked off,
this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it,
Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon,
live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton,

and the irony is that he was taken out,
in the same neighborhood he had invested in,
from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist,
in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine,

and maybe that’s why he was martyred,
just like MLK Tupac and Marley,
this is all real life in living color,
life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary,

every word true,

I mean do you,
think it’s just a coincidence,
that Nip was murdered when,
it was announced he was about to come out with a film,

about Dr. Sebi,
the herbalist,
who was also possibly murdered when,
he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses,

nothing random about this act of violence,
it makes so much sense when you think about it,
nothing senseless in the message,
I mean seriously think about it,

MLK shot on 4/4 at 39,
NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33,
why do the most violent things happen,
to the brothers that preach the most peace,

it all makes sense everything adds up,
but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy,
I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back,
RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33,

and it’s all so eery it’s creepy,
all the above evidence plus,
“Having enemies is a blessing.”,
was his last tweet,

as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring,

“**** I wish my n!gga Fats was here,
how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years,
Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears,
all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”…

RIP NIP

∆ LaLux ∆

LA 2019
Cjf Mar 2019
“Writing is your escape. You should do that to help you heal” she told me.
But every time my ink meets the paper, the words dry inside my brain.
How can I explain how I feel to paper when I can’t even explain it to myself?
How do I describe the indescribable hurt that courses through my being more than my own blood?
Do I write about how I eat just to keep my family happy more than I do for my own survival?
Do I write about how I’m on a ongoing fight with my demons and every day I wanna lose?
Do I write about how lonely it is?
Do I write about how every day I’m scared to think of the future because the future is where she is supposed to be?
Yes.
Yes, because if she was here, you would dream of your future still.
Yes, because for 9 months she was your partner in your belly and it is lonely without her.
Yes, because every fight you win against your demons is another tally mark for your angel baby to add up.
Yes, because even though your avoiding foods that remind you of your cravings with her, at least you’re trying to survive still.
And even though sadness is doing laps in your system, don’t forget she helped To make you happier than you would have ever thought possible.
So write.
Ezra Rollin Williams is my forever baby and my strength when I’m feeling weak. Rest beautifully baby girl.
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
"REST IN PEACE JEREMY"

gettin to this money in a jiffy like how when i got a ****** not on no gay **** thats my **** a ***** an blunt for drinkin the next case away...

sittin in a unrealed owners name lamborgini makin money 10 babies 1k horse power between my legs an a job to do...

5 milly in a day vp money across this nation top 100 business in the world i fly in jets not legal yet they says its a payed to me test...

now im speaking a language i ain spoke in a minute because anywhere i go standing on top the biggest buildin everything i see is mine...

they always been on my **** since birth i dont know why on ****** on my life seen death shed a tear moved on never looked back since...

i know im the best because of what ive written when an why an what happend right after that in 100 years you might find out...

jiffy widda sticky blicky on the dome keep my name out ya mouth im from the north east an south the real west central...

my boi terror spittin out a new whip his speech a precident makin you ****** competit an go extinct...

i dont give a **** what color you are the money around me turn you to a jew an im the ferror out chea...

z-pac
you can no longer high speed police chase motorcycles in florida because of this man
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
I'm tired

R
I
P
Genre: Abstract
Theme: What ultimately matters
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
RIP
I have seen

That confidence
That temptation
That impatience
That freedom
That urge
That mindset
That stupidity
To compete

Where they beat time
Where they beat life

How prepared
We are
To bid goodbye
Let’s RIP ourselves
Before we die
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Everyday Life
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