What it takes for a poem to trend I fail to understand When you expect the least It trends and trends When I am serious and deep The poem flops like a fish on the deck May be I "No Poet" category poet!
what gets you through will always pull you out no matter how hard it feels what gets you through will always pave a way for you what gets you through will always be there for you for what you feel and for what you are.
How can a Dishevelled, dismal person like you Disown my dismantled heart? Your dispelling words Cut through my paper thin heart like a sharp blade Running across cardboard You dispel your dignity With a bottle of Dezaley
How could I let someone like you Hurt someone like me? Your dispiriting mind set Seems to disagree with me having to leave you You’re just no good
i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type i would say i'm a writer no one's muse admiring from afar hugging walls like close friends more familiar with the architecture of disappointing myself than laughing with others
i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type i would say i'm a work in progress withheld on a canvas half-finished strokes vibrant in places that matter dull smudges in spaces unsure where to go next traffic jams in my cerebral creator and destroyer
i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type i would say i'm an artist expressing myself in ways that others can't quite comprehend but speak volumes of my soul through more than [words] phrases things pronouns breathing is painful without creating [controlling] emotion becoming vulnerable in a comfort zone people don't understand [me] stepping outside of my art is painful and draining
i wouldn't say i'm the jealous type i would say i'm ******* tired
Bless the dead and the dead that’s undead. Some people rather be that way instead. Walking around like zombies just useless bodies. Acting like it’s a trend just clueless copies. The end feels near or it already is. Well until then continue your life. You have more to live and plenty more to give. Life isn’t easy I understand your logic. I exit reality and enter my fantasy Marvel Comics. Yes!, I’m a bit of geek and I strive on week by week. I listen to music on repeat until I’m in sync. I’m not talking the 90’s boy band. More like Eric B. & Rakim, when the music leak. You can hear them say “Don’t Sweat The Technique”. Some may not understand me like I’m speaking Greek. Like everything I write seem too weak. It’s not up to their standard like a sleek physique. Don’t judge me because I seem fatigue. I’m on my own level if you follow the league. Yup, the words was spoken as I continue to speak. Let it remain in your head until it’s concrete. My words all in your head and may it the streets. Like Diddy, “Proceed to Give You What You Need”. Forget me not and Yes, I’m a different breed. DNA from a plantation where my ancestors flee. I wish I can say they were freed. The truth is people are ruthless and till this day. Anger in my soul but in reality I seem okay. Aggression gets old so I put it away. I’m more cool, calm, and collective. I sometimes bend the rules it’s beyond effective. Don’t analyze me now no need for a detective. As you read I invaded your life instead. I’m now attached to you, Zombie life, The Infected. I know this script wasn’t expected. So I’ll continue to search for a different method.