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Rose Everest Nov 2018
He is sweet,
Like the cotton candy I bought last Thursday.
He would ask me to play games in our phones for hours,
and whenever he win or lose he would keep count each and every day we played.

He is warm,
Like one big blanket on a rainy day,
He called me at 01:00 A.M just to remind me to study for our upcoming test at school.

I love him,
as much as I love the people in my past,
He would take me home and said he was scared of the cemetery infront of my house,
and he asked me to stay for a little while so he could have some company that night.

and today he scold me because I didn't eat yeasterday,
it was kind of weird,
but strangely... I love it
crushes after crushes,
and none of them will stay
It has been 12 yrs that you have been my son, alot of smiles and days of unending fun. It seems like yeasterday you was my shadow that followed where ever I seemed to go, my little boy could always make me smile, he was my strength when I was weak and my partner forever this I know. Months grew to years and I charished each one but now the laughfter has been replaced with silence and the eyes that once held joy is now filled with tears. The little hands that once reached to me with kindness and always ready to play, now seems so distant and keeps pushing me away. I miss what use to be. Never will I forget the little soft voice that said mommy,,,,,,,,,,  come play with me.                         ( Thanks to a Divorce)
Joey McNamara Mar 2010
The day after yeasterday I saw you fly
I need to fly to get to you
Up in the sky,
But i dont know how
Don't mind whats in here,
For me now.
I just want to know,
How come you did not sing,
When i played for your night,
When i played for your day
How come there was no lyrics for me to play,
The melody of life,
To wich i cannot sing,
For i have..
No voice

No Voice to sing
No Voice to Play
Play for the day
Play for the night
Play for the day we say..
Goodbye

Goodbye to the day
The shadow of the night
The moon of the day
The rose's edge does fray
Fray to pieces
Pieces of me
Inside of you
Inside of me
Knowing the truth is not always best
Knowing you are just like the rest
Knowing you can never be..
Perfect

How come you did not sing,
When i played for your night,
When i played for your day
How come there was no lyrics for me to play,
The melody of life,
To wich i cannot sing,
For i have..
No voice

No Voice to sing
No Voice to Play
Play for the day
Play for the night
Play for the day we say..
Goodbye
Writers block can create some wonderful ideas.
© 2010 Joey McNamara
Eva Sep 2011
yeasterday my head was pounding, like my skull was cracking open and dripping down my face, my eyes hurt to open, blink, and get this taste on my tongue that ive had before, like that night i slammed my head on your door and scratched my hand on your window pane. but this is the worst, i dont know whats wrong, my head is an awful place to be right now, escape please, dissolve.
Fredrick Fannin Dec 2014
That one thing I hold dear, the thought, pain.

I awake from my dream just to say, the same as yeasterday on an on each day.

For when I'm asleep the thought is not near.
Just wrote this at my kitchen table I love how I can express myself with words.
six gun Mary with her Father Chuck Berry walked down the street one day
along came a spider sitting down beside her then plopped onto her daddy's knee
its been tree years ago  let the truth be told that we seen the rap game swing
in flowing rhymes with nothing to bind spin records as long as we please
today the Princess has one bun in the oven by her second cousin in a ***** style dozen
ain't it a pity when you hate the city and things are getting pretty ******
gravitate to create the beat flows blasting forgive me how i'm acting I'll put the sack in

the streets can either make you or break youjust ask rapper ice Cube when he's in the mood
living in isolation is no private vacation gotta bust a move for sure to improve
got rappers burning it up but some make me want to throw up
talk is cheap but whiskeys quicker suicide is filled with liqour
some say I got this rap game locked but this homeboy tends to think a lot
not a fly by with a gun in your eye make you go by by
when I'm alone in my room then I stare at the wall in the back of my mind i hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl wo is sweet as a dove for the first time in my life I see I need love

Nothing to defend ya got a broken fender putting some tonic in ya blender
Red Fox playing Sanford  with Elizabeth he thought that no one gave a ****
for some prison life is the cream of the crop got three square meal with a cot
outside they were just freazing and stealing with another dope dealing
Intellectuals, Philosophers & Poets
burning up the leaves jumping higher up the ladder some are even getting fatter

Going To Hollywood take my game out of the hood cause some folks aren't too good
Get my special sauce ready for my spaghetti as I cruise the city
One foot in heaven but the others in Hell but I got a good story to tell
Hip hop is not the same as it was with the late Scott Lerock busting out fire
in purest desire I tend to deliver even if I have to eat steak with liver
yeah i'm the giver helping folks come together but you got to think rational
yeasterday was such an easy game i used to play awe but then let's face it its still easier today
got to break away to a brand new day as my rhymes displayed couldn't have it any other way

we need to get breaks in our melody working on a higher degree
got bones in your closet but I got this rap game locked it
sit down beside me and you'll soon agree that I'm no casualty
Eminem's beats never stolen from him but its a shame when your defined to be in the rap game
say I got the hook up and its so easy to see a way to pass this off to me
Redman, Drake & KRS-1 have put out great rhymes getting stuff done

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