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| | Time: | 09:31 am | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| | iit used to b so easy 4 me to make werds appear on a piece of paper, that neva seemed to stop elevating to levels u have not yet dreamed about, but now all i c are blank lines that seem to define me, Cause now everything's just a waste of tiime, poetry aint wat it used 2 be now they're just werds filliing up liines cuzs no1 wants to hear what i've got to say, They'd rather leave me here not even whispering a werd cuz a child my age is supposed 2 b seen not herd, but my werds are all i have grip on now-a-Dayzs so take that away from me nd i'll b even more miserable, I'll be doomed to walk the streets iinviisble, Cus it seems thats the only place a kid needs to b, If not selliin drugs then smokin weed on dah corners, 5-0 rolliing by bustiing kids not even knowing hte tru meaning of being high, It be a miracle for a girl like me born on tha streets to survive, But becus im a girl from the projest,,,,am i not expected to have drems? am i not supposed to have the thiings that i need? And people wonder y lil boys out there poppin pistols risking their lives and the lives of others, And people wonder y lil girls out their selliing theiir ass 4 sum quiick cash to get friiend,,,And people wonder y Most parents dunt do nuttiin with their lifes,,,,cuzs most kids are born to b wasted,Most people grow up poor, Hell evey1 noes the wars that goes on behind closed doors,,,,But poetry aint wat it used to be,,,I woulda been able to rite fukk bush wiithout haviing to worry about the poliice, But now i cant even say "{ii was beatiin untill the ages of 13}" wiithout sum1 takiing piity as iif ii want iit u actiing liike ii can spend iit cuzs dah world wuld stop progressiign wiithout money!!!! So can i say I'm empty iin a poem? Can i say its dead in me without poetry in a poem??? ii dunno, ASK the authorities | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 09:19 pm | | Current Mood: | gloomy |
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| These streets are loved
Feared by many but mostly taken advantage of
In which it makes me stop and wonder
Why these overflowing streets are confused as another
And we got people on the streets
Willing to die
Willing to give their very life for these very streets
But in the end it only proves
That the streets wouldnt Hesitate to kill You to | comments: Leave a comment  |
| These bars are my iron fences tryna bring me back to sences to what i was before i grew up....... I Had laughter dat never had to be defined as a moment that just passes with time........ So heres to the human mind........ Here's to the reality that broke night jumping from shadows of figments that hasnt seen normal........ To the greatest minds that thought nothing at all........ To the weak and the small........ My walls are shadows of who I've been to who I've become..... Still as empty and invisible as the things that I've done...... And said.... Accomplished...... Reached....... Dreamed of...... Maybe if I had dreamt a liittle bit more..... Maybe I'd have a world I adored.... Or better yet cured........ Cause the world is infected with stupidity..... Its contageous and spreading like wildfire...... Cause everyone admires....... What they dont understand........ But were still here..... And still got mad love to give..... And I still have more years to live.... And I'm ready for something new | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 06:21 pm | | Current Mood: | indifferent |
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| I have the rage of a thousand oppressed african americans striiped of their rights, I have the knowledge of an enlightenment thinker turned philosopher, Slowly but surely enetring the world of scientist, I was gone but not miissed right? And im wondering myself where am i going with all of this I mean, I come from a world of problems, I have fucking O.C.D Symptoms, And all I am is who I've been, I havent changed from five seconds ago, I was that quiet little girl right there keeping a tempo, I'm that father/daddy/Pops who walked out on you when you developed chicken pocks, I'm that suicidal mother fukka who decided to jump off a 12 story bulding all becase I missed my grandmother, I'm that insane, inhumane, unknown, sold soldier boy who dedecided to die so his father couldnt tell him "I told ya =, I lied when I said you werent nothing" Because why give you life for a country in a never ending war for a cause that you dont even believe in? So,,,,,WHAT? I'm supposed to die all because my future needs a meaning? ha I'd rather live each day knowingthat i cant be saved because I'm an atheist, I'd rather die on my feet then to live on my knees, Cause when people try to take pity I say judge yourself, But take a look where you live, Isnt this America? Aren't we americans? | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 09:01 pm | | Current Mood: | crushed |
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| | I WaNt MoRe ThAn JuSt ThEsE 4 DuLl wAlLs ThAt MaKe MeE FeEl AbOuT ThIs SmAlL, CuS WhEn iT CoMeS DoWn 2 iT AlL, ii CaN ScReAm AbOuT ThE RaCiSt ThInGs, ThE SeXiSt ThEmEs, DaT EnTeRTaIn YoU FiEnDs, FiEnInG 4 SoMeThInG MoRe, SoMeThInG ThAt BeLiTtLe My wOrLd, i DiDnT NoE i WaLkEd On AlL 4's, aS a RaPpEr ClAsSiFiEd mE aS A ThInG WiTh A LeAsH, iM ScReAmInG BuT YoUr StIlL NoT LiStEnInG, WhEn YoU CaLl OuT A NaMe, PpL jUsT wAnNa ReVeRsE, DaNcE, LaUgH, pOiNt FiNgErS, BuT WhAt??!?? no1zs 2 BlAmE? i WaNt FiNgErS PoInTeD At EaCh AnD EvErY1 oF Us, CuS iN ThE EnD iTs AlL ThE SaMe, i DoNt WaNt tHiS wOrLd, i DoNt WaNt tHiS, CoNvErSaTiOnS, RePuTaTiOnS, MuSiC LyRiCs AnD ArTiStS tUrN mE iNtO A BiTcH, i DoNt LoOk uP 2 eMiNeM oR SnOoP DoGg aS FiGuReS, WhAt iF ThEy sLiP uP oNe DaY, fLiP DaH ScRiPt, AiM AmMo aT u AnD CaLl u A NiGgA, oR yOu a sPiCk, iTs NoT uNrEaLiStIc, CuS aLl oF DiS BuLlShYtT, iVe AlReAdY OuTLiVed iT, iVe BeEn So ClOsE To ThE AbYsS iN AlL DiS EnTeRtAiNmEnT BuLlShYtT DaT a MaN, DaT JuSt DiDnT UnDeRsTaNd, WaLkEd Up To Me AnD PuT A LiFe iN My HaNdS, ThE LiFe Of AlL Us FeMaLeS, CuS My WeRdS Go DeEpEr ThEn AnY BuLlEt CaN PiErCe ThE fLeSh, sO WhEn i sLiP Up, nD DaNcE oN PoLeS, aLl My UnAuThOrIzEd SiStErS ArE ExPoSeD, WeN i Do SoMeThInG WrOnG AlL oF U WiLl Be KnOwN, AnDs iTs JuSt NoT ThE SaMe, WhEn iT HiTs HoMe, u NoE | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 08:45 pm | | Current Mood: | energetic |
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| I dont wanna be alone, I want you to hear my whispers, I'm tired of tryna reach out, I want cha to hear the depths within my cries, I want cha to close your eyes and your mouths for once, And just picture, A place much better then Eutopiia, A place where lonley dunt result in lonlier, A place more holier than heaven itself, A place where it holds Everything and Anything it finds, Its the sanctity of your mind | comments: Leave a comment  |
| ALL II NEED IIS PEACE OF MIIND TO SURVIVE ANY TIIMELIINE THAT YOU OR YOUR CREW COULD POSSIIBLY THROW AT ME,
MAY IIT B THE PAST OR THE FUTURE
I'LL HOLD NO RESENTMENT BECAUSE IM MAKING MY OWN PRESENT
THAT'LL ATTEMPT TO LAST THEN SLOWLY BUT SURELY BECOME PART OF THE PAST
CAUSE ALL I AM ARE THE MOVEMENTS THAT ARE SLOWLY MOVING ME
LIIKE WHEN THAT ONE MAN STOOD ON STAGE
ENRAGED
SCREAMING "I WANNA BE A REVOLUTIONARY"
THOSE ARE THOUGHTS ALWAYS THOUGHT OF BUT NEVER MENTIONED
IN ONGOING CONVERSATIONS THAT WE STILL SEEM TO BE DISCUSSIING
AND THE VERY WORDS WE FEAR TO SAY
WERE ALWAYS HIDING IN
AND BREATHING IN THE VERY SAME NONSENSE THAT WE TESTED AND SWORE WE'D NEVER INVEST IN
BUT IT NEVER HURTS TILL IT HITS HOME
WE DONT UNITE AS A WHOLE SO OUR OWN PEOPLE ARE BRAINWASHED AND THEN SOLD
CAUSE WERE TO FREAKING COURAGEOUS TO SEE THAT WE'RE WRONG
AND MY BODY CRIES AT NIGHT
FOR THE SAME HUMANITY THEY SWEAR UP AND DOWN IS RIGHT
SO MY THOUGHTS ARE POSTED ONLINE FOR RENT
HOPING,
MY INSPIRATIONS CAN BE REVIVED FROM THE DEAD | comments: Leave a comment  |
| When im dazed out is when I really understand, Why I am The way That I am, Why its a miracle in itself that i even stand, I want this world to give up on me, So I can finally noe what it feels like to breathe, On my own, Without their constrictions, Creations limiting me, To what i can or cannot be, I cant stand for falling down one more time, For that these mistakes are only mine, And everytime I collaspe, I create another casualty resembling the last, All because I got caught up in blowshytt to fast, If only I didnt wear a mask, Then you could see the person I despise, You'd understand, That i was raised by knowledge with cold hands. Sometimes I consider it meaningless to even care, Cause what promises I'ma nake it outta here?
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| Miiror Mirror, Why are you so blank? My hearts not as hard as stone, I've grown, So, Why are you still so empty? I no longer feel like smashing you, And taking a piece of that glass and putting it to my wrists, Till it goes through, So mirror, mirror Why are you still so cruel? I dont like what I see, Thats not really me So why does it look like im not breathing? Mirror, Mirror All I want you to do, Is lie to me so i can pull through, But yor not intuned with ignorance, So mirror, mirror Are you still listening? I look like a mess, And it cannot be, That my eyes look like they can see right through me Am I really that hollow? But why am I asking you? Mirror mirror, I know you wont tell me the truth, But I cant even hide from you And your just a mirror, Why wont someone break me as eaisly as i can break you? So Mirror mirror Why are you still so blank?
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| "The sun isnt as bright as it used to be" I told a friend And she stuttered, Licked her lips and then muttured "Do you believe in Miracles?" Cause she thought an atheist like me, Aint supposed to think anything personal She already had the answer in her head I told her think again "I eat, Sleep, And shyt sin, Everybody needs to be forgiven Even Me" I told her "I dont FEAR questions, Just fear the things that people never have the guts to mention" Then she asked if I'm scared, I replied "Scared of what?" She said "God,,,If there is one" And simply i said "LORD MY BODY IS YOURS, DO WITH ME WHAT YOU PLEASE, Cause my soul is only yours to keep" | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 03:26 pm | | Current Mood: | artistic |
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| | What could i possibly tell you that you dont already noe? i go to deep in the depth of my own imagination, its where i understand creation, its where i can cry without having a reason, without having a god to believe in, its where i start breathing, its where insanity and humanity collide, its where i dont have to depend on lies to survive, its peace in the mind, i wish i could explain to u how deep my connections go along the sidelines and the surfaces of werrds that have yet to be spoken, 2 all those who r broken cus theres more then 1, dat write rhythm, but refuse to b named poets, 2 those who are exclamation points that end in question marrks, to those unable to b torn apart from a pen and paper, cus i rite poetry but DONT CALL ME a poet, cus im stiill tryna find the best ways around the obsticles that my history found its demise, cause im not dead but dunt call me ahead of all the munipulated games of drama that your mama cant even handle, your a candle, waiting to be put out all because your to slick at the mouth, but where would that leave me? among streets where kids my age with less my talent is supposed to be? how can i b more when everytime i hit the floor u make my mistakes known to the whole wide world,,,aren't you supposed to be helping me, then shattering what i have left of my so called, dreams, if you could only see the things i can do in a so called deffered dream then you wouldnt be having me reffer to diis so called broken world with these so called held down and liimiited poets, if you want more,,,,,Give me more | comments: Leave a comment  |
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