A couple of poems
Inside my head... by me
Staring into the mirror, a decision must be made.
Do I take the blade and make me fade cause thoughts inside that I prayed
weren't heard.
I'm just that stereotype nerd. A geeky soul whose only goal is to get through the day
without having a bad word to say about myself.
My heart on a shelf. It's broken so many times that it's inspired way too many rhymes
and been a victim of too many crimes that to be honest, I'm done.
Thank god I don't have a gun and don't have a bullet
because I'd drink that shot.
My life feels forgot. Serial cheated, feeling defeated, always so tired that I'm constantly seated
so that if I stand, I can't command the bad thoughts to come out.
Into the darkness I shout. I keep saying the things in the hope that it brings me to a new evolution.
A new revolution is dicey. My brain is neurospicy and that to me is good. I'm writing new poems again
like I knew I would.
Broken... by me
Taking the page to the pen
I remember when
I was caught in the lions den
Surrounded by the pain
of tears that felt like
acidic rain
Always sad, not happy again.
Sad boy poem
Yeah, I know you know em
Yeah I know I'm flowing
The light inside be glowin
Not a rapper
always dapper
I want my applause
but hater the clapper.
A mind that's autistic
A heart thats ballistic
When I write words, It's like I'm a mystic
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“What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy