"apeal" poems
I exist but I do not co-exist
With the world around me
I live in a shadow of loneliness that...
No ammount of buildings
No ammount of lights
No ammount of people
Can overcome
I live in a city full of souls
Longing for some connection
But no matter how
Connected
The technology is around us
Our souls remain untouched
Unwanted
In the scheme of life
I exist in a bustling city
But I do not co-exist with its inhabitants
I live in a bubble of
Me, myself, and I
In the bubble I am
Alone
But it is by choice
To leave the bubble would mean loneliness not by choice but by exclusion...
Am I not interesting?
Am I too interesting?
Or is everyone too caught up to notice
Me and my lonely shadow
Ever present
Ever looming
God is good, He is enough
But real connection with a familiar soul
Is what I long for in my solace
I have a family, I have friends
But the truth is this;
I am alone
God is here, He is
Listening
Watching
Comforting
But I am alone...
I exist but I do not co-exist
With the world around me
I go through the motions
But it does not seem real
I have conversations
But they have no apeal
I exist in a bustling city
But I do not co-exist with its inhabitants
I exist
But not really
Not truly
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
She lures, leads, lusts, lies with eyes made of steel.
Her mind is weary, her body is easy, her soul incapable of feel.
Men and women alike fall into the trenches that she digs with her apeal.
Shell of a being, the pain she inflicts is real.
I'm human in every sense of the word and have now suffered some events untoward.
You will falter as you saunter through the halls; it won't be the first time you'll read your name on bathroom stalls.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
We fell apart
A lasting scar
It cannot be undone
You made your choice
Ignored my voice
Did you think that I had fun?
Im sure you see
Now that she leaves
Exactly how it feels
Filled with regret
A losing bet
Youve lost all your apeal
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 4:13 AM UTC
The muthaphukkaz always lurking
Lookin for wayz to **** and
Suckas wanna claim mass apeal
**** how the masses feel
Id rather come with the real
Fresh daytons on the 64 with the chrome trimmed steel
For real for real heads get peeled
Talking outta line
***** im from Htown where we climb
The ladder of success
Smokin that budda for the eternal bless
Inhale exhale from ya chest the best
To test the streets know me
As i manifest
Like pac did pack pistols like eazy did
Make em rollover like rock the kid
And you know how i go in and out of hoes
Haters get exposed friend of foes
So go on with that hating ****
Before ya end up in a casket
Dead ghetto ******** smoke a philly
So i can chill just givin up the real the real
The muthaphukkin realllll
Now that the smokes rising fires blazin
Hands in air as im raising
Nothing but hell in the atmosphere
True playa international to be exact
Sharp as a tact dont know how to act
Ever since my Ogs taught me how to polish the mack
Death waitin for innocent or fouls souls
No repent heaven inside of hells cells
Sound libertys bell unravel the veil
Truth comes foo cant hide from my tools
Make bodies drool and ooze
Blood ya lifes wasting away
**** what ya gotta say i dash away with the ak
It dont matter where it hits em
As long as the bullets get em
Im crazy funky serious with this poetry ****
I didnt wanna be a rebel
But the rebel found me when i was baby
So dont get mad if i get an urge to ****
Just give up the what the what
Tha real the real the muthaphukkin real
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC