Speak Your Mind Slam.
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Without a tongue how do we speak
Without love how do we feel
Without lungs how do we breath
Without faith how do we hope
without hows, how can we accomplise anything
The world is filled with hows and whats
Just like a watch or a clock, I also tick.
Just like my family and friends, I too tick.
However, we have different ways of working,
And the gear for my functions is my family.
People laugh
The boy runs through the hall trying to get away
Away from all the hurtful words flying his way
How, how could people be so cruel?
Every day the same scene
The world is stuck on replay
What the fuck is the goverment doing for us?
2pac mann they don't give a fuck about us,
& we ain't giving a fuck,
I am water that takes the form of any pot.
doing things I was so dearly taught,
doing things I'm not supposed to do without getting caught.
trying not to let my brain rot,
trying to be happy with what I got.
My head's in a rush,
I don't know what I'm trying to do?
I have a project I want to finish,
But school keeps coming up,
Isn't it summer break?
I guess that's not an excuse,
Schools around the corner,
I saved a Life
It wasn’t hard
The knife of pain
Was open like a card
But I had felt the rain
And it’s insane
To not know
What man
Gives a ready hand
In this dejected land
When they ask how? and why?
I can simply open my mind, show them the way I see the world
The way I view and what I love
How the shadows reflect and things creep
My love of the world and people
I wake up at 6am
First thing I do is check my phone
From morning to night I surround my self by the internet like a security blanket
because that is what it is.
People talk about the internet like it is a drug
You may see people smiling, laughing, hugging, and kissing, but it all reminds you that you are by yourself. Everything you imagine and have encountered, all reminds you that you are by yourself.
My mind was my place. It was the only place I could be me...
It was mine..
Until everyone started putting their input inside.
Then..
My mind went from happiness and sunshine to darkness.
The economy going down
realy makes me frown
people left on the streets
while others are in their suites
people that are hungry
is not funny
It makes me realy tick when I see
You ask what makes me tick?
It's never so easy.
Human complexity,
is a beautiful thing.
Passionate, straightforward,
All these things describe me.
Imagination, drive;
Hope neither of the dark or the light but rather something in between. Providing dreams for some and infatuations for others.
Wars fought for Money
Wars fought to please corporate bosses,
Wars fought with alterior motives
Wars fought though never deemed lawless.
Wars fought, entirely man-made
Wars fought to subjugate masses,
I remember when I was in third grade
I saw a girl wearing a shirt
Sparkly and pink with bubbles
The words "Daddy's girl it said".
I wondered what possible those words could mean
Why I was young and dint know
He is known for many things intellect,
Is not one of them, his name is taint
But it suits him well, please keep restraint,
I look around at the faces heading here and there.
The faces look how They want us to.
Who are They?
Why do They want us like this.
I fight the urge to follow the norm.
He is the poison in my veins.
He is the reason that I'm a shell.
He is the reason that I am broken.
He is the cause of all the pain.
I was in a trance for so long.
Hypnotized by your vile love.
What’s going on in my head?
Like everyone, it’s everywhere.
My mind created a dream world for me to feel safe from the real violent world.
In my head, I’m a super heroine.
In the mind of the dreamer,
Goals do not dissipate,
They do not linger,
Only followed by the actions of the mind.
In the mind of a dreamer,
Hope always fills the mind,
Failure is not an option and
Keep running, keep running!Don't look back, keep running!Ok, it's safe to stop nowWhere am I?no one is behind mewhen did they stop chasing me?
A lot can happen in 5 minuets
Both miracle and tragedy
A lot can happen in 5 minuets
Come, let us see
5 minutes is all I takes
For a baby to be born
I pop my gum,
Dress well enough,
Speak very well,
Don't do drugs,
live by #YOLO,
#add #hashtags #incessently,
Listen to pop noise,
Had a bae,
didn't want him,
The world is so vast
Every gap is filled
We all like to complain
But for what reason
It doesn't make any sense
Maybe it will never.
What makes me tick?
Violence and poverty, the thought makes me sick.
Poor people are starving, in a land of excess.
The rich get richer, and only buy the best.
The best food, the best cars, the best limousine.
I'm a family manI'm morally right
I'm a family man
My belt impacts you
I'm a family man
I wear nice suits
I'm a family man
A dark ring forms under your eye
I'm a family man
Some people are bullies
They manipulate people in sight
They love to call people rude names
They only do it to start fights
How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
What makes me tick?sitting in the library reading a bookI’ll get through anything you pickEven if the cover doesn’t have a nice look
Chicago.
What can I say about this windy city
besides its bipolar weather and drivers?
Newcomers would first see the broken skyscrapers
in the blue assuming that their dreams is a reality check
Many question my mind
I find my self even spending time
Tapping into that thick tick ticking machine
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
Just one time never hurt anybody
It’s all in good fun and having a good time.
Smoking is a thing that everyone tries
We’re all of legal age so it won’t be a crime.
I live in a cold, cold place,
Far from the Seeing Eye.
A place where the nights are long
And the air is painfully dry.
I live in a land
Surrounded by a sea.
What are you going to look for in this text? What kind of prose or verse will you desire? Would you seek which of us composes best -
My mind works, in calculations.
What I do is carefully thought out.
The mind changes fast
That rate of change is the derivative.
Creativity sparks in the form of equation.
In my mind,
Step up to the podium
Step up to the mic
Step up to the dance floor
Do it as you like
Lights camera action
Sharpen then you write
Smile for the camera
Right before the flight
I don't even know you, dude. But here we are.
Brought togther by fate? Naw. I don't think so.
Maybe something stupid you did. Maybe someone stupid who did it.
I'll be straight with you. You stay straight for me.
The mind is powerful
The mind is dangerous
But what's going on in mine?
Voices echoing.
Voices giggling.
All these responsibilities
Am I going insane?
Leave me be!
Let me live!
It was just a normal visit to the relatives.
Loud voices, quick footsteps, clearing of throats everywhere.
Curious questions are aimed towards me.
" How's college? Is it hard?"
This poem doesn’t have a name for a reason. That’s because it’s like me, nameless and shapeless, with no proper definition to it just yet. But you know what, that’s not stopping me from writing it and speaking it. You may as well
That is the question I get asked
I look the up and down laugh
They stare at me a await my answer
I breathe a heavy sigh
“I am… I am ….. I don’t know what I am",
