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Descovia Oct 2022
Ya'll play around
Ya'll play around
Play around get smoked!
Might put you down
and show you how
I conquer as a goat! (WHOA!)
Don't be a sitting duck,  don't get f* up.
Nip-tucked, get dumbstruck, just hold yo ground
I got your back and stay ready to reload!
Everyone's not your friend but that's okay
don't let them ruin your mode!

Don't PLAY AROUND WITH ME.
Limits come with all that's free expect a fee
They are constantly after my energy
I have a lot of fire in my inner me
I'm no saint, no sinner although sin living in me
I have an arsenal words that hit harder than hennessy!
but they want to destroy every bit of thee but I am not enemy.
When I'm gone, promise they will remember me.

Remember me...
Cursing my essence will not aid your hustle
We all compacted in our own bubble
Feeding the system living off our struggle
While I can, I am making moves
might as well be moving weight with these muscles.
Triple threats hitting me at all angles
**** got me seeing things in doubles
Through it all, I will remain humble
Get on the road. Let's ride. Let's go!

I can disappear like your favorite celebrity going ghost
Hating on me  will not give you faith or strengthen your growth
My emotions been riding through highs and lows
In the waves, I find myself a float as I coast to coast.
Dust to Ash, it all ends if I burn it all. Before I reward the
world with the grace I bring.
For anything, I put that on everything. You all mean everything!
I deserve no God's forgiveness, I'm simply existing
I cannot explain what I been feeling, I know need more than self healing....
Nonsense Poet Jun 2018
Self-loathing
Manipulation and abuse
Strange and ritualistic process
Psychological game in progress

Destructive behavior
Sometimes sadness or feeling blue
A zero-sum game destroying a soul
This is absolutely true
jennee Oct 2015
Drain me out

I am a flightless bird soaked in deep water
Hindered by the heaviness of my feathers
Constantly weighing down my flock
I am not my own burden
But a bag of rocks thrown into the ocean
A corpse to never be found
When meant to catch the eyes of the innocent
My body refuses to stay afloat
My mind is living under
And I have no choice but to hit rock bottom

So hear me out

Carry my withering bones and feathers
When my body decides to give out
I cannot keep living under water
I am not meant for this environment
My skin is meant to feed the clouds of freedom
Tracing linear passages and unsteady travels,
With my own people
We are meant to soar into oblivion
Of building dreams and vision
But my mind keeps living under
And I cannot escape what has harvested inside
I have no choice but to hit rock bottom

n.j.
https://perennialink.wordpress.com/2015/10/22/flightless-2/

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