"tryn" poems
Isn't it ironic
We all wanna grow up and become iconic
Yet the closer we get the faster we run like sonic
Dreams just getting smaller babe don't cry on it
Move on you'll never be what you've always wanted
That's the voice in your mind tryn' put you down
Just hit the ground
Raise your head up and look around
Some have made it
So go chance it
Soon you'll wear the crown
And who ever laughed at you and brought you down
They will all look like clowns drown in the dreams
Come back alive
in your own made up life
Watch me grow
In your nights I will glow
Take my hand and you'll know
That's my hope talking
Am fighting my own self no joking
yet you find me smiling like am the king
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
and i know i'm comin off
just a little bit defeatist
bout how they toys and elitists
and enjoy all the *****
but i'm tryn tell
you i really dig u
and ur fine as hell
ill even wash ur dishes
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Man i miss my bro.... I remeber wen we was kids and all the crazy **** did. we kept secrets from momma ..kept each other from gettn whoopns and much more drama. and nw u in jail and i know i sho miss u like hell..man i miss ur crazy sayns like (dis shxt is a terrible discrimination). bt hey u give me the motovation to stay here wit momma and nt make so much truma. and to go to school so i can get my diploma.. man bro i need u out here.. life is crazy and im holdn bac my tears.. tryn to stay strong and keep myself from doin wrong.. even doe i feel im alone in this piece.. momma might have cancer and i know my heart is decease. my eyes burn everyday so i try to turn to God and pray.. i feel like he nt hearn me becz stuff is nt cumn to me so easily... i mean i dnt thnk life jus *** so brezzy bt its like things nt gettn bettr bt turn for the worst.. wen i think of strong people u *** up first.. i miss u bro and love u.. and momma the only one who stepps above u.. u nt far behind. u r really next on my heart line. i wish i can show u that me and momma nt blind and we knw u care and love for us to... its a little hard to show it from you.. ha u know dats true.. :) lil Sis
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Me: What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
I hit rock bottom from the sky,
Cuz they go all crazy when i shine
Am so lucky that i didnt break my head
Am strong enough for the life ahead,
Never want them back
They stabb yah back,
Backbite yah back, orchestrate ya sorrows
Today and tommorrow
Like it alot when you go wrong
But we been friends for so **** long
My failure is the source of there laughter
But when together they be acting luster
Guess now ill run even faster,
Run even Faster pray even harder
********
Tryn harder to hurt me further, like my deadbeat father,
Nolonger givn a **** bout what i feel
But still im stronger like steel,
See i aint even wrong them,
I wonder why they do what they do
What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
Turn my other cheek no
I rise above them all now
(Do all that you can when you can do)
Remember them days back when i didnt mind my back,
My backpack full o packed coke we be runnin them blocks cuz we blacks never relaying on luck i pick mosta them and the likes cut them some slack in my shack cuz they lackd,
We made a whole new home
They swore to never place greed before a ****** reciding them creeds like eminem,
before what we did in em streets to pull through,
my crew my life we cruise
We win we lose we floz
We never ceased to love
Is it too late...but it dawned on me it wasnt real
What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
Turn my other cheek no
I rise above them all now
(Do all that you can when you can do)
We split tha ways cuz i wanted legit, no more fakin it ,a **** with a conscience look for a license protect the streets i raided cuz they raised me
Never place greed before a ****** is the creed we wrote you broke no longer broke you rich now but still robe the streets the many throats you slit for cults it occurred i hadto leave
I did the time for yall as you balled cuz i loved you all and you know how i loved Ael as her head you popped with them bullets
The same bullets i taught you to shoot
Give you the other cheek you sick,you know,
i had no other chic but Ael you weak freaks
Stick to them halls cuz im comin fo yer,
ill break my vows for her
Sending…
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
They say i’m creative as a reversed mime;thinking outta the box
my minds found a way to rehearse time while it stops the clock
tick tock
what time is it?
prison block – on some infinite minute ****
neurons firing
pew
change of management declared- archetypal hiring–whoo
“Do you specialize in living positively?”
{I can try}
“Will you try to stay away from virus compositories?”
{oh me oh my!}
I live different lives as the same people:
go to the same church with different steeples.
Question the voice from my bed; oh **** am I dead?
tryn to lift my arms, but they filled with lead
where am I going and who have i led, to wander and ponder in the land of the dead
its this chilly necropolipse; filled with empty soul ships.
I can’t get warm here and so I fear
stricken by a paralysis , caught in the mists of myr
influenced by infected cysts, sickness adhere…
better deal quik through love metamorphosis
but I kan't…..—————-says who?
great big king boo!
he haunts me and taunts me into less than mediocrity
but its simplicity, don't deal with me, simply leave and then you’ll be free
of me and my moaning, ******** and pathetic groaning
but I’m simply freeflowing,
I guess I'm like an emo chick, dip in quick , then get out of it
like a quicksand pit you’ll stick quick – I do my job a bit to legit
while you sit and feel …………………………………………
……………………………this is some straight simple ****
1+1= 2
but in my equation, I'm still left with none, no you'd think , but this ain't fun
“So leave!” I yell
“Get out of here!”
I’m lost and confused like a catholic queer
Am I sincere?
maybe
what morals appear?
when your without another and can't find your brother
simply steer clear quick!————————————————–>away from that skell *****
with his nonsensical lycrical pains
and paradoxical ego feigns
from left to up
side to side
always quik to hop
and hide n hide
non-attached….BULLSHIT!_-^-_–<>re-attache these b-r-o-k-e-n__bits& p.i.e.c.e.s
so maybe one day you’ll do better than me
Just don’t listen to way i say and get away from me
EMO thoughts brought to light
need some *** I think i might
oh wait , is this just a way for me…the pages in the journal get away from me
a psychiatrist in the pages….paid for free.
**** thanks ink, thanks journal, thanks ego and funeral
I just killed my ego , and it was the death of me.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
As I stare back at myself I know all this pain, and all the shame came from the lame, and now has become a perminate stain in the picture frame that is my life.
Tossing and turning all night, tryn’ to fight, all the demons that come to me even in the daylight.
My stomach turns and my soul burns at the thought of all the constant worry that I’ve fir-minted in the mist of constant bad decisions.
Changing the past is not an option, but the past has lead me to where I am today, far and away to far gone to change the way I lived yesterday.
The present frame of mind is to just fly, and fry the burden that I've brought, to stop this implementation as an act of compassion.
Self realization rests on the heart of the weary, but I have just barely started, and I think I've finally found out what is truly scary.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Hey! I know you hear me,
I know **** comes at you
With intent to blind u so u can't see.
Tip, tipsy, drunk, insanity
I'm screaming and yelling
I love you infinitely.
You've ran, you've hid.
From the memory of
All u did.
Two kids r awaiting.
Keep going and they'll b hating.
Why, do u fall so far?
What if u pass out,
Behind the wheel of a car?
I'm fighting not to yell and curse,
Cause I dont wanna be following a Hearst.
You call me. Confused.
Don't like this abuse.
It's all around you.
People tryn to use....
Use your soul.
Until it's old.
Rotten and cold.
Can't seem to get in your head.
Show u where to go,
Cause I don't want you dead.
Aaron. Let's the air in the room.
He smiles and lights up.
Life is good. For the turn of the moon.
That ******* bottle.
I wanna break them all.
Tell u that u can't wallow.
Your inner strength is your pain.
And when u cry it's like the pouring rain.
I never saw my mom's death.
I can never say I've had it worse.
U sat all alone at 8yo.
And watched her last breath.
I know that's where it comes from deep within.
U fight day by day. To not pick up that sin.
A guiding hand,
A word of might.
Maybe if I tell u how much
You matter.
U won't die tonight.
To a dearest friend
Aaron.
I love you, you r my family.
Those kids who made it out of hell.
Still hiding in that hard shell.
Cuz we don't know where else to be.
I said I believed in u.
And that was no lie.
Can't imagine how painful it is.
That I gotta watch u cry.
Fear. And doubt crumbles the hope
You hide.
No matter what!
I forgive you.
I always do.
Can't be on this ride.
And expect everything to be new.
So like I said before...
Put the bottle down.
Sober up.
U can't keep falling
Insideout. On your crown.
*To Aaron.
It's not over.
Until u look in the mirror.
And start caring'.*
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Consciousness overwhelmed
by Astral formed lightning swells
Gamma ray
sent fone alarm
Tone torn to apart
too much light in the well
Armored up, shoulder helm,
You hear that music as it swells
In the well worn wardrum wrecking wrath
In our forlorn eardrums shaking grafts like hell.
The walls turn to lattice-like
Vision tell me prophetic sight
The whole world ; We all together
Wearing our give-a-fuck hearts
bright against That neon orange
Trump wall just tryn-ta-rip-the ***** apart
But No idea based in hatred
can flesh the good
No, Understanding is an art,
Operate clean, never landing
poison darts
But Next
I’m a poison frog to those
who **** Got my bois in the bog
ready to retaliate
But an for an eye makes the whole world blind
Such that cliche points stale rhymes.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
So you tryn feel depress,
Making your mind discover
Iam not in a good place
People all over me
Iam depressed, nobody is there.... Including youuuu..... .
.
(So listen up people
Iam here about to tell )
the "YOU" thing people speak
that you felt,
has added you in story,
to make you feel aware
thats its you who iam talking about;
Including youuuu..... .
.
(Here look up),
This "YOU" makes it personal
You becomming negative emotional
Making you to make choice irrational
Focus on point uncontrollable
This is...
Exactly how they live
Making you feel guilt.
.
.
.
manipulators..... Let go
Control on powers of words
Assume them that
Its just a curse.... .
.
.
That will make you... "YOU" .
.
.
.
.
Good life
Good phase
Good time
Good race...
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
ok you wanna post scripture
then block me so we can't respond
you ain't me
we never judged you
you come with words in my private box
did you think we were your girlfrien
aww you are so cute
chasing paper weights
your right I ain't your brother
we never claimed to be an preacher
we claimed to love Jesus
nobody's perfect bro
and for you to tap your fingers
and then block me so we couldn't respond
ha ha ha
how cristian is that you freak
we have returned evil for evil
we know you have another user name
probably several
you come tryn cop an feel from me and find words of your very own
well guess what buddy
let me show my age
and my belief in your face
see we may get mad at you
but we can't hate you
having an really hard time
oh yeah guess
it's my
bad
now
we
remember
we messaged you first
and said
oh Billy Graham huh
and then you wrote back some crap
about the universe
you must be in that
star BG Cult
thing
we remember you preaching
scripture
then we remember going
word
off
on
you
ok Jeff we are over crying now
we must try to control ourselves
don't ever bring the universe's devil
into
my
box
again
and we wish you luck with your
well
whatever
she is to you
sorry you couldn't accept my truth
Jesus still loves you
?
...
..
.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
from your closet
i
am
free
******
tryn baffle
me
take your tongues
throw them
in
my
fire
your trickery
hush
hush
hush me
with more
of
you
we kiss her perfectly formed lips
she tattooed i love you
between my hips
with her
toungue
i
am
come
undone
we inscribe
my name
below
her
shame
me an molly
love draws
it
we pause it
?
...
..
.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
what
rich generation
we
own
the key
to scratch
anything you
could touch
with your
pathetic
hands
tryn
touch me
beyond this
rich generation
?
...
..
.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
if we don't want to
well then I won't
if you have an problem with me
figuring your mom out
would be an good start before you
tryn do any figuring on me
see cause if we just wrote for me
my lines would be all jagged
and we would wake you an question
like if it stars with ***** and ends
with you
how did you keep that hole in your head from seeping
see cause we really don't like people
we we we
yeah
see how ignert I is now
watch my shape
blah blah blah
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
I'm try to talk to you, or rap to you, or say something that will last with you or stick with you, and maybe imma be that rapper that get to you. Written truths in a booth are rare, tryn find themselves at the top until they realize its just rainy clouds and colder air. All of em animals, cannibals, eatin children, rechannel em till theres nothing left, cant handle em. look, I'll be honest I ***** from waking up cause I'm nauseous coughin up ranchy *** popper rocks in the sink on the hook.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC