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At times I fight my uncontrollable mind that's wise but I don't think on time so I just collect all the words that fall down, but when it's coming around I need to hold sounds like I can't think when I talk I just say I'm out of track and when I f
My mind is going crazy
i can't control my thoughts maybe im lazy.
some say i'm depressed, but i just think im stressed.
stressed from losing the one i love
stressed from trying to get back to how things used to be
The tree jumped from San Francisco
and landed in a lover's arms
I could see the weight of it crushing his bones.
Because I love you.
I will admit when I am wrong.
Because I love you..
I won't ever do you wrong.
Because I love you..
I will build a rapport.
Because I love you..
I await in my tower waiting for him
Day by day
And night by night
I wait
I watch the sun rise and the sun set
Paint me a picture of Life,
Recite me a soliloquy of Death.
What is a lesson without strife,
immunity without ill-health.
With one there is another,
and with it there is the other.
Nothing hurts me more
than kids laughing at a seizing girl on the floor.
Nothing is more cruel
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016
Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real.
I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
I am writing to let you know
you are not alone.
No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes.
For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know
your heart is not a fight club.
it's just an opinionwho's a princess or notmy vote tips the balanceso give it a shoti see that you're lovelybeyond all comparewith ruby red lipsand long curling hairyou might be a princess
Love is passion.
Love is attraction.
Love is devotion.
Love is a notion
that people care
for people other than
themselves.
Love is small.
Love is big.
Love is humble.
Life is a wonderful gift from God
However, it is not always pleasent
Hollywood has brain washed us in thinking there is a"perfect body"
if we dont, then we look ugly
People pointing
people laughing
Line after line
words become forced
to pass the time
eyes diolated with dumb ideas
brain malfuction
it starts to feel steamed
Not rhyming is harder than it seemed
oops, try that line again
I write for the troubled young boys and girls
With shattered dreams
And broken homes
Those who depend on the streets to raise them
Guns to train them
And Friends to tame them
It's all up to me, every day, every moment.
Controlling emotions, or letting them flow in
and out. The poems of unheard
philosophers and photographers.
