She storms into the night hoping to forget, but forgetting this would make her regret. I'm sorry little girl.. who told you that you were of importance? No one she whispers.. the words slowly tumble from her lips and she remembers. She looks back & forth at these memories, tied and linked like seams. You are no one don't you know? No one she whispers. So who do you think actually likes you? No one she whispers. Who really cares? No one she whispers.
So then why do it to yourself? I don't know she whispers. Do you ever? Sometimes. Whats the reason this time little one? No idea.. she looks away hoping to find an answer, still, none to this day. Are all that they say true baby love? Not at all, not at all! Are you pissed at the world? No, but I wish I was. Why are you so kind child? There's no reason to be mean.
So tell me.. Who walks beside you in the streets? No one she whispers. So who do you have? No... one.. she whispers. So who shall you depend on? No one she whispers. No one but? Myself.
Life; The Incomparable
She walks alone into the shadows, hoping to find a path no one has walked on. She looks back with dismay for the reality feels so unreal. These people, the feelings she has, are quite unbearable, but she carries on. Bashed like a helpless being. Why? She knows not. She carries on.
Their smiles wicked, their laughter horrid & coarse. She knows not why they laugh. She carries on. Glares are sent her way, dirty looks all around. These people do not know her, she turns her back, she carries on. She smiles.. her little smile, a curve upon her lips. Upward it goes, nothing can bring her down. She is strong, yes she is, but she cares not what they say. She is better for this. She meets their anger with laughter, she shrugs it off. Who are you she asks? In silence they prey. Monsters. Not all but very much so, she wanders these streets, with no where to go.
The soles on her feet, are not close to new. You may have money, but her little soul, will always be better than you. She is an obnoxious little girl, talks when she shouldn't. Shouts when there's quiet. Hush girl, hush. They cannot stand your screams. She cannot stand the quiet & the still, so she stirs it up. She walks back and forth, wondering what what. She sits and she waits. Waiting for what? This oh no.. this to know? To know you need not.
Little girl.. keep walking.. this is your tale. A long and dangerous road lies ahead, so commit to your sail. She turns her back.. closes her eyes.. and heads off to bed.. dreaming of when, to run, with your head.
To be continued....
Their smiles wicked, their laughter horrid & coarse. She knows not why they laugh. She carries on. Glares are sent her way, dirty looks all around. These people do not know her, she turns her back, she carries on. She smiles.. her little smile, a curve upon her lips. Upward it goes, nothing can bring her down. She is strong, yes she is, but she cares not what they say. She is better for this. She meets their anger with laughter, she shrugs it off. Who are you she asks? In silence they prey. Monsters. Not all but very much so, she wanders these streets, with no where to go.
The soles on her feet, are not close to new. You may have money, but her little soul, will always be better than you. She is an obnoxious little girl, talks when she shouldn't. Shouts when there's quiet. Hush girl, hush. They cannot stand your screams. She cannot stand the quiet & the still, so she stirs it up. She walks back and forth, wondering what what. She sits and she waits. Waiting for what? This oh no.. this to know? To know you need not.
Little girl.. keep walking.. this is your tale. A long and dangerous road lies ahead, so commit to your sail. She turns her back.. closes her eyes.. and heads off to bed.. dreaming of when, to run, with your head.
To be continued....
Random: Ghost
I'm a broken chime waiting to be sung.
I'm torn to bits, waiting to be hung.
Who are you they ask me..
I can simply say.. Me? I am NO ONE.
Nothing by a dream.. So forget me.
:)
I'm torn to bits, waiting to be hung.
Who are you they ask me..
I can simply say.. Me? I am NO ONE.
Nothing by a dream.. So forget me.
:)
Poetry: Good Day.
(Several different compounds of poetry in one.)
I come from a generation of pill poppers
People who smoke weed
Look at me! Im on my knees..
beggin please.. please stop it,
Heave, please please niggas leave!
And they are gone.. Just as easy as they came.
Pushed from my mind I repeat my name
This is no game..
I slowly make out the words but it dont sound the same.
Im slowly beginning to think, I am, insane.
"Nigga who you?!"
"Shawty what it do?"
-I seen you around.. seen you clownin it out
Walkin it out, jerkin.. got something for ya
Bitch ya slurping?
-I'm off my hours, I aint working.
Hoes off the run way, always knowing.
I'm gonna run away.. no ones going..
no ones knowing..
but i see you!
I see you busting moves.. clownin it out
Walking it out, jerkin..
But I could've sworn me & you was working!
Eh nigga.. I was wrong.. dead wrong.
But this aint no lullaby, this aint no song.
This is from me to you. baby its true.
I swear I miss you,
Swear I can kiss you.
But damn.. we done.. I dismiss you.
I could hit you!
Lookit these tears!? You see em..
Well.. now you can watch my skinny ass walk away..
Cause me? Im done.. & I aint got shit to say.
Good day.
I come from a generation of pill poppers
People who smoke weed
Look at me! Im on my knees..
beggin please.. please stop it,
Heave, please please niggas leave!
And they are gone.. Just as easy as they came.
Pushed from my mind I repeat my name
This is no game..
I slowly make out the words but it dont sound the same.
Im slowly beginning to think, I am, insane.
"Nigga who you?!"
"Shawty what it do?"
-I seen you around.. seen you clownin it out
Walkin it out, jerkin.. got something for ya
Bitch ya slurping?
-I'm off my hours, I aint working.
Hoes off the run way, always knowing.
I'm gonna run away.. no ones going..
no ones knowing..
but i see you!
I see you busting moves.. clownin it out
Walking it out, jerkin..
But I could've sworn me & you was working!
Eh nigga.. I was wrong.. dead wrong.
But this aint no lullaby, this aint no song.
This is from me to you. baby its true.
I swear I miss you,
Swear I can kiss you.
But damn.. we done.. I dismiss you.
I could hit you!
Lookit these tears!? You see em..
Well.. now you can watch my skinny ass walk away..
Cause me? Im done.. & I aint got shit to say.
Good day.
Chapters
This a chapter coming to close..
For how long? I dont fucking know.
All I know is that I'm letting go
ya know.. some things aren't meant to hold.
Gotta let things unfold before they mold.
Not healthy for the soul..
I'm just letting niggas know.
This is a new chapter
Welcome, I'm it's center
I dare you if you enter
I dont want no fucking fakers
No shape shifters or shadow lifters
No play givers, posers, no fuckin haters.
For how long? I dont fucking know.
All I know is that I'm letting go
ya know.. some things aren't meant to hold.
Gotta let things unfold before they mold.
Not healthy for the soul..
I'm just letting niggas know.
This is a new chapter
Welcome, I'm it's center
I dare you if you enter
I dont want no fucking fakers
No shape shifters or shadow lifters
No play givers, posers, no fuckin haters.
Life: REAL Friends
Christina and I have been best friends since 2007. We became very good friends on the basketball court. She not only was my friend, she was my team mate. She depended on me to set the pick for her for an easy lay-up. We always got the job done, together. She's like my sister, always fighting, arguing about what we're doing wrong, why we're slipping, why our tight friendship seems to be falling out all the time. But hey, shit like that happens all the time, but like a cut, we always manage to get a band-aid and patch things up.
Although I'd love to get deep in conversation about how close we really are, it's no ones business, so I won't get into details. A best friend keeps secrets until the other says speak. It's in the rule book of friendship, not that many of you fake bitches know any of that, that's why the majority of your so called 'best friends' shit on you behind your backs, but heyyyy I won't get into that either, not my business. I simply don't care. More on on the difference on best friends, close friends, friends, and associates in another post.
Anywho, that's all for now. Enjoy the rest on my ranting. :)
Although I'd love to get deep in conversation about how close we really are, it's no ones business, so I won't get into details. A best friend keeps secrets until the other says speak. It's in the rule book of friendship, not that many of you fake bitches know any of that, that's why the majority of your so called 'best friends' shit on you behind your backs, but heyyyy I won't get into that either, not my business. I simply don't care. More on on the difference on best friends, close friends, friends, and associates in another post.
Anywho, that's all for now. Enjoy the rest on my ranting. :)
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