My pain part 2 

By Nashon kemp 

 

My pain is stained to the wooden window pane like melted celafain  

I'm rolling in my grave while I'm walking on life's stage...

Metaphors like smiles

Nothing anymore seems real...

I'm real or maybe not I'm surreal...

Watch me climb to my spot...

To the top...

Wait sorry I'm still cementing my feelings down ,time for me 

to break the cement and become concrete in my poems....

Hard as stone...

Emma Watson, Emma stone similarities in my life like my poems without strife...

Aight I'll vent I just hope that the hot air I release won't bring too much heat...

 

Staring at the roof of these mouths wondering and pondering the perceived weight of these lies that they tried to spew try's to rhyme...but in the end they truly had no time...

 

Time I have no time for time I'm living my life according to my own values ne'er i pay attention to time other wise I wouldn't be up until 9 venting and tripping up on my lines...

 

 Practice is like an every day thing but for me this whole shits just life...

Work out every muscle tone it hard core deep mental brain...

Symbolic similes  lets see if with that I can burrow through your brains...

Then maybe you could feel my pain...

Then maybe you could see my aim...

It's all the same... 

This means more to me than anything allow me to go deeper into my brain and spew out and spit informally insane...

Welcome to my temporal formal claim...