"finly" poems - Hello Poetry

Man... I'm so sick of this **** taking like a politician, tryin ta act like a different person. Even when im wrightin an gettin twisted. Stayin up 3 days without sleepin even a second. I feel like I abandoned my mission, of relatin to the worlds neglected children. Started spitin **** that made me sound like a ***** but the truth is im still white, high, wearin black hoodies and refusin to accept what I don't like. Didint notice I was writtin any different I was just hella trippin on the white **** sittin up all night on hello poetry half dead, can't remember half of what I said. Just remember i wasn't making sense, finly went to bed and im back again... Finley Wearin all black again, bandana ironed in my back left again, but even on my brightest days i was born to sin. So im still north side 14 only white boy allowed in. Pipe loaded with whatever for forever someone better burry me with a peice in my pocket to chief on when they lower down my casket and lock it. Then pour little bit of 40 on top for the homie who never stopped kilin it.

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Aug 11, 2016

Aug 11, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC

ZtickZblaZiN

well *** it then

Man... I'm so sick of this **** taking like a politician, tryin ta act like a different person. Even when im wrightin an gettin twisted. Stayin up 3 days without sleepin even a second. I feel like I abandoned my mission, of relatin to the worlds neglected children. Started spitin **** that made me sound like a ***** but the truth is im still white, high, wearin black hoodies and refusin to accept what I don't like. Didint notice I was writtin any different I was just hella trippin on the white **** sittin up all night on hello poetry half dead, can't remember half of what I said. Just remember i wasn't making sense, finly went to bed and im back again... Finley Wearin all black again, bandana ironed in my back left again, but even on my brightest days i was born to sin. So im still north side 14 only white boy allowed in. Pipe loaded with whatever for forever someone better burry me with a peice in my pocket to chief on when they lower down my casket and lock it. Then pour little bit of 40 on top for the homie who never stopped kilin it.

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The road that every one takes is sections in there life. A mile stone is growing up an the up coming stopt sing is graduation day, ur parents so proud of you. As ur thinking to ur self finly done with school. But u did not realize that the intersection is tight an has oncoming cars an a finder binder. Life is not a walk in a park, its reality when u take ur turns more careful. But the long road I'm on I hope to learn wisdom.

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Feb 23, 2016

Feb 23, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC

genbird

Untitled

The road that every one takes is sections in there life. A mile stone is growing up an the up coming stopt sing is graduation day, ur parents so proud of you. As ur thinking to ur self finly done with school. But u did not realize that the intersection is tight an has oncoming cars an a finder binder. Life is not a walk in a park, its reality when u take ur turns more careful. But the long road I'm on I hope to learn wisdom.

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I hold in my hand The power of a thousand words Sleeping days, Awaiting the flick of a page To bleed life; beauty The addict inside me Aches for more Of the only thing that will satisfy me, a book Finly my soul can breath a sigh As I walk up my stairs, way up high Patiently awaiting, my return My books reach out Invite me to Forget all concern I pop open a window Prop up a chair My nose inhales the crisp country air I don't have to worry about my nails or my hair When I live anothers life Without a care

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Mar 3, 2015

Mar 3, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC

SummertimeLace

Reading

I hold in my hand The power of a thousand words Sleeping days, Awaiting the flick of a page To bleed life; beauty The addict inside me Aches for more Of the only thing that will satisfy me, a book Finly my soul can breath a sigh As I walk up my stairs, way up high Patiently awaiting, my return My books reach out Invite me to Forget all concern I pop open a window Prop up a chair My nose inhales the crisp country air I don't have to worry about my nails or my hair When I live anothers life Without a care

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