"hommies" poems
Mess with me
Your his story
lowered down
I'm the sickest around
Pound for pound
Imma triple crown
Puting these cats down
These haters frown
I break'em then I
strip'em down
Like scrap metal
I compound
My mind limitless bound
Spit faster than sound
My hommies don't play that
Don't mess with clowns
In their cap and gowns
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
I am not here
my existance is merly an illusion
im nothing but a body
who died worlds ago
im a walking corpse
who feeds off your pain
i breath nicotene
your melencoly is gasoline to my fire.
Ever so gently i run the scaple along my face
in stragatic places
i peel back my skin
like a mime i change faces
i am not me
all that remains to be seen
is the rementants of a former self.
With a needle and thread
i stitch on a smile
a lie i always wear
as the pile of lies keeps growing.
I hear his voice taunting me
i see his manapialive eyes in mine
everytime i look into a mirror
darling come closer
and tell me who you see.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
It's freaky late
We feign ate
Boring chats we're eating
With boredom as the spice
Hoping tomorrow would be pay day
I'd say no more
Only than i'm a second banana
That thought
,
Thought of being a second banana
Not to any other but the one i dream
l stopped dreaming and saw reality
T'was real life with bad breathe
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
I curve my day to the end
I curve my life to make the ones i have happy
I curve my wrist to keep the job im barly getting paid to do
This world is filled with turns just like the jedi minds of the hommies that have fallen .. people who show disrespect .. ill just sit and dispise your ******* twitted *** as you sit and slang abit of coke .. i poke to see what your condition is .. just before i set out my dreams of making you croke like a toad .. and look out on the streets and just realize its a mass hyptnosis .. and pleed for help because the ones who say they run our lives .. are just as crooked as the ones who made them
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Isn't it nice to know all?
Can you just imagine!
Start telling a story
With a crowd of friends
**** good memories too
And that one ends it for you
Yet was never even there
Then I toss out a farse
Just for ***** and giggles
And claim there beside you
Altough you went solo
In that farse which wasn't
And that one won't hesitate
Once I try forming a sentence
Will certainly be halfway cut off
Will appear out of nowhere
While hanging with my hommies
With no ticket in stow
If I could afford to I'd buy
Yeah buy that one an attention
Voucher
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC