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Ya Know The Poetry Circuit’s SURE GOT Some... EGOS... !!!
Or Maybe Some Poets Shuv’ COC’ UP Their Nose... !?!
DAMN That ISN’T Your AVERAGE PROSE... !!!!!
Oops I’m NOT Britney...
MAN What Is It With ARTISTS... ?!?
When It Comes To The Markets...
Where They... Wanna Be SEEN... !!!
SEEING Money... And Their ARTISTRY...
REACH The Peeps' Who They're TRYING To Reach...
Power is my sword.
Grace is my ford.
And me not be a hoard.
I use to like my cable cord.
Now I carve wood art.
My palace is made out of form.
The sky was shining blue above,
all the people one in love,
it was almost as if they never heard of
SELF
An empty feeling,
I did it again.
Ego loves the weakness, the fear of having to stay.
The pull disappeared because I pushed it away.
I can’t be who you want me to be.
None so blind as those who won’t see,
How can
Men control our bodies
When
They refuse to wear a condom
Or
Even knows how a tampon works
Instead of sticking them
Up your nose
Why don't you educate yourself
because
Why do we hold material things
So close to our hearts
That they get smothered in the loving
Why do we need to feel special
The need to be more unique than others
To have others worship what we say or do
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
There was a time when these mind crimes
Led to some prime rhymes
With a fine line between "I'm fine" and "Am I dying?"
But I could focus on the hardest parts
Instagram embodies a heart shell but negates to incarnate the beat.Rejecting its blood flow, Projecting its cell count to a matter of likes.
Dear past self,
_____________1______________
I should probably let you know I sent an arrow flying into my mindHoping it'd find someone cool I could write toBut somehow, it targeted you.
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
i like women’s bodies
our stomachs
expand with too
much diet. our
breasts swell with
firmness and stability
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery
But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?
"I'm fine" is a phrase that everyone knows all too well
A phrase used as a mask to deceive those
who were daring enough to ask
"Are you okay?"
How you must know my pain.
For you never care to say a word to me as many days at a time as I see you.
And how you must know the truth that lies behind these eyes.
The mirror never lies,That’s down to my mind and the ear of my eyes,The scales tell me one thing, the measure another,Am I bigger than dad, or my friends, and my brother? You’re no true friend,More acquaintance of ego,When I’m up Yelling “Yes!”The
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
empathy
communication
compassion
and love
simple skills
that have been slipping away
ive been whisking away
through the cracks in the cold stone
in the vast ruins of
As I shot into eternity, "I" died.
I, who is only familiar to me, obliterated and forgotten.
This was it. This... was.
Bright, forgiving light, showered upon my existence.
Bathed in Glory, I was reborn.
Cursin' like a sailorIt's okay, right, avail herCommanding the ship so stronglyyou thought you finally had it off mebullets keep bouncing off me like a trampoline, except this one isn't so fun, you see?
Little ego for self-esteemPatience when you go off beamStubbornness when you think you are just
The most hated people I've come to know
Love themselves more than they should show.
The last place you'd see them is low
In their own minds that is, they're really hoes.
Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
Everyone has a monster... that they hide behind their skin,Sitting and watching... just waiting in its den.Eventually the moment comes... for it to present itself,
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone.
Make no mistake--
I can eat what I want when I want it.
I can think how I
look like I
go where I want.
I can see whom I please,
Say what I mean,
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
Notice me ticking
Because I cant take every blow
You so innocently throw
At my ego
Notice that I am struggling
That I struggle
To trust
And open up to you.
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
I am starting to worry
I find myself confused these days
Not quite sure when my words are real,
Look at me:
You see an ordinay real person,
A man of good wit and a little shy.
Look within me:
a throbbing discontent,
a deluted sence of hope,
feeds my broke ego,
a freaksh brute on dope.
a limp and vile nusience,
that ever haunts my bliss,
a foul and criptic tourment,
Get upLook in the mirror Stare for to longTell yourself your greatTell yourself your perfectTell yourself your specialNow your lateGet to school watch them admire you
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood.
I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood.
If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
Guilded I am
Seen as superior
Expectations run high
So I push, and push
I strive to achieve
I and Pi personify
and roll the die on you and I;
We think, we speak, we spin, we creak,
the beat is 2-pi, you and I,
you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
Sometimes you have to choose what is what you looking for
Not all the time you may want to get what is seen
Sometimes you may think that this world we live in
It’s only a part of our imagination
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends more carefully and
i am
disenchanted i don’t
care about your world
of illusions
with its love that
isn’t; it’s just
romantic
