Take me.Enslave me.But do not love me.I surrender to thee.The depths to which I have fallen has surpassed anythingand everything I've ever.Never will I.Never shall I.Never Be.
random poem of fate
Pandora's box contains one thing. It is
the only thing I need. But I will need
to set it free to give hope to my
When words are not expressed,
do they even exist?
If your words stay hidden in thoughts,
do they matter?
therefore I am.
But when I speak,
is it enough?
The more I write,
the more I reveal.
The more I reveal,
the more I learn.
The more I learn,
the more I conquer.
The more I conquer,
the more I win.
It's no one's fault
Probably not even mine
It comes back every once in a while no matter how far it disappears
Comes back in the wind.. In the smell of the nothingness
It brings back tears to the mind before the eyes
It's gentle yet harsh.. As if trying to baffle
It got me thinking what have I done.. Where have I gone
It teases till I'm no longer concious.. Then I start to enjoy it till im addicted
Maybe we pretend we want to find what we're looking for so bad
Maybe we create things to look for just to lose it all when we don't find them
Only then we'll dare to do what we fear of doing.. Losing it
Have a moment of freedom we think we deserve after dealing with the evilness of life
We poor people deserve to punish life.. We think
Its funny how we got everything justified
Its funny how lonely we'll never know we are
It's all present just to remind us with the sense of truth.. The truth we can't bare to feel
But we hear it in the sounds and voices.. We taste it in the food and in the kisses
Still it doesn't make sense to us.. Still we fear..still we're cowards.. Still we're helpless.. Still we're the same.. And we remain..
We the (conniving & coy)
We the (sullen & somber)
We the heartaches
Quell the earths quakes
with equivalent exchange
of natural disasters-
Our underlying cries
echo between the trees
that build the forest
where the stream flows
and fill the basins
that supply the children of sorrow.
I remeber the night vividly. My parents sat me and my brother down on my twin
sized bed. My brother ,Austin, and I were overwhemingly joyful that night due to
a win from our favorite collegiate football team. That joyful mood was soon taken
away from us. We were not blind to the fact that my parents had been fighting an
increasing amount lately, but we never thought it would lead them to divorce. I sat
in a disbelieving state of mind as they rambled on about how this did not mean they
do not love us. My brothers and I lived with my mom and visited my dad on Tuesdays,
Thursdays and every other weekend. My Dad was constantly moving to different
apartments. It did not take either my father or mother very long to meet new peope.
I did not particularly care for either of their new selections either. After years of living
in the Earthly hell that was my mothers house I decided to stand up for myself and move
in with my dad. This happened about mid-way through my sophmore year of highschool.
All was well, but because my dad lived in Preston County, WV I had to live with my
dad's parents. I lived with them through the rest of my sophmore year and life was great.
I even contemplated staying with them for the rest of high school, but decided I needed to
be with my father. So I packed my bags and moved to his house. I dreaded leaving
my first school and all my life long classmates, but it was a sacrafice I was willing to make.
Things became stressful once again. My dad and his new wife would argue constantly.
I never cared for her. To me she always acted like a fifteen year old girl when things
did not go her way. I decided one year was enough at Preston High School. My plan
was to stay with my dad for the Summer and then go back to my grandparents and gra-
duate with my friends. Well after a harsh Winter my dad decided we needed to move
to Morgantown. Which is great! That meant I could have stayed with him and go to the
highschool I wanted to. Well, my stepmom who was born and raised in the hicktown that
is Preston County, wanted to move back and insisted on getting her way. She said it would
have made it easier on her to live there because it would've been closer to where she
'worked'. Even though my fathers job was much more providing and important to our
finanical well-being. My father gave into her wishes though and moved back to Preston
County. Which means I had to move back to my grandparents to go to the school
I desired. That turned out to be a house moving disaster also. See they wanted to move
to Alpine Lake, WV. They decided it would be worth the hasseling drive to get me to
school everyday. So thats what we planned on. Well, they put there house up for sale
and it sold extremely fast. So fast that they did not have time to get another house.
So my grandmothers friend ,Kelly, is letting us stay in her mothers house while they
were looking. So then we moved there. Well a little over a month ago they put an offer
in on a house in Alpine and it got accepeted. Which brings us to present day. My
grandmother and I are staying at her friend's, mom's house while my grandpa is at
Alpine fixing the house up. After a little heart to heart with one of my good friends at
I decided one thing. Even though I have lived in seven houses in three years I truly
only have one home. That home is wherever my grandparents and father are.
Life is full of surprises,
But I learned a long time ago
Everyone has tough days
Just breath, smile, and go go go.
Of course that doesn't always work,
so when my world seems a flitter
I go to my room, I grab my cat
I cuddle, I pet. Oh! My cat's name is Skitter.
My mom always said
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
so on really tough days
I grab my cleats and practice longer.
When you look at the big picture,
as most people should
I'm in it, I'm happy, I'm alive
and... feelin' good!
I write to vent
I write mostly to clear thoughts & emotions, to embrace death & his will to take loved ones away
When I prayed them to stay
Man my life needs a change
I write verses that make me feel extravagant
Wishing someday people would clear out their mind of crazy thoughts like suicide & potential homicides
Bloodshed is always going through the ghetto streets
All because people like me can’t write their feelings on piece of paper
Those are the one to grow up haters
They would rather kill than express bottled up emotions
So I write dedicating this to all the people who pop pills & take potions
Let me shine some light, splitting your life like I am Moses
I know how you deal with this like there is no way out
& all you do is freak out
But the light is real, & those cards you deal with will fold out.
You can say I take time to make people feel right with what I spit
Not like putting them down & shit
The feelings I express on my verses walk the line
Of life & many similar to mine
Particularly young kids who think they’re ruthless
Trying to hustle & steal up the block, that aint no movement
It all begins in a class doodling & getting off topic
To that real chalk talk because you have time to prosper
But what happen in between I promised never to say
Yes my story might be too vague
All you have to know is that people passed away
& even though he is gone to this day he is still considered my sensei
He is the reason I write for today & plan for tomorrow
The real difference between a writer & me is our sorrow
& it certainly doesn’t go away drowning it in the bottom of a bottle.
My love for verses & phrases is much more than plays, music, & media can describe
I know there is more to it than just the lyrics to a song like don’t put me aside
Because the soul behind the scenes uses this to express himself like a vaccine
Words are power, powers are words & depending on how you use them you will accomplish your dreams
Abusing this gift leads to white lies & unintentional harm to other I write for a better purpose than what it seems
Rapping had turned my life around, a full one-eight,
From crack rock to helping old ladies.
Writing in my life is a big part & the question why I write, is to try & motivate people to leave those sticky situations I might be young
But I’ve digested more scenes than a thirty year old rapper has sung
All of this makes me want to write things down, & everyone, in different ways, is special
But a h& full is unique
as I write these lines I call this my technique
This is why I write. To lead a new form
Of writing in this lost world.
Take dramatic looks around you.
Are there people breathing in air?
one sip at a time?
Are there people gazing across a nicely paved road?
or looking around a yellow filled meadow?
Do you see animals?
Animals breathing air,
breathing air coming from an enormous oak tree,
or a small simple little cherry blossom erupting from the ground.
You, breathing the same air.
You, seeing, hearing, using senses that were gifted to you,
senses that you don’t notice you use in everyday life.
Senses of life, the 5 main senses that almost seem to give off life.
You are alive.
You are living.
You can dance in the wind or the rain on a stormy horrendous night,
and if you choose to have no fear on that night,
you can do it again on another night if you wanted,
because you, are alive.
You can feel the rain freckle its way onto your skin.
You can feel the wind give you a slight shiver as you dance.
You can swim in rough waters,
and mentally swim through rough waters as well.
You are alive, yet you fear.
You fear things in life, are you living life?
Being afraid of something is one thing,
but being afraid of doing something that could get in the way of you living your life
completely and adventurously,
Is it living life to the fullest extent?
Are you living life,
or are you waiting for the clock to move forward
more and more, day after day, until the days turn dark,
until the days are never light again? I
f you fast forward that time,
you won’t even realize it, you won’t even notice,
but your life would be lived for you.
Life, only realized by some, is a sensational thing.
You are breathing,
breathing in and out air,
sounding like a fast or slow wind on a cold night or a breezy morning.
You go through the motions of everyday life
breathing in the air from the green or yellow trees
depending on the season life has for you.
Seeing the red roses that seem almost painted a vibrant crimson.
Touching those crimson red roses
loving the feeling of the soft petals on your fingers.
Hearing a family laughing louder than hyenas across the way.
Feeling a warm blanket wrap yourself up on a winter morning.
Tasting the food that you were too afraid to try,
but ended up enjoying the brilliant taste trickling across your taste buds.
Smelling beautiful intense scents,
smelling the bad scents.
There is bad.
being afraid of it, is a waste of time.
Do not fast forward the clock.
Live, see, taste, smell, hear, touch and be.