LIFE

All alone jus me my sister an my brother.
The weight of tha world on my shoulderz,i must protect my mother.
The bible says "honor thy mother and thy father",so i sin daily because i cant honor a coward.
I do honor my mother 4 lovin me an bein brave and i apologize 4 tha sorrow and tears i put in2 her days...
But tha past is tha past and tha future awaits me...
It's my job,my destiny 2 get thru those gates.My mind creates images an only relfect on my past..
I aint complaining i havent really had 2 b poor
Tryin 2 hard 2 b grown never realizing 1 day that id b writing this poem.
Never realizing the corruption and change wasnt a discussion...The streets jus took ova me lik an alien abduction.
Im a volcano,im erupting I cant stand tha heat..wots really rediculous is i cant stand me...
Wen i cry it rains.Wen i bleed it poors.
The time has come,reborn a new seed in2 the world.
MY LIFE IS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY DAYUM PEARL.

te so check it dis poem is goin 2 be 1 of those poems
Where the word poem...is at the end of everyline in this...poem lol!
Because as a poet we dont hear the word poem..
enuff 2 satisfy tha needs of our ears that were made for...poems

But dis poem wont be a poem
Like those other poems
Because other poets are 2 self involved an are always writin bout wot they go through in their life poems
an have reptitive poems where they scream during their poems...
But enough about their poems...
Lets talk about my poemz!!!

Because my poem will be an i make no sense poem
the world has very little facts,an alot of opinions poems
Mine will be a take out the trash poem..
Mine will be a wot i plan on writing poem

1 emotion is worth a many worded poems,an sumtimes not even tha poets kno where they are goin with their poems
poems take on a life of their own an reproduce other lil' poems..

Mine will be a hell on earth poem
a big city poem
a ghetto poem
a capital poem
a poem dat represents no1,no place,no time or frame of mind poem...


cuz it is my poem
my delerious rant poem
my lost poem
my ME poem

Sumtimes i get clouded after tha thunderstormz
dat i 4get 2 close my umbrella wen tha sun kumz out
an i lose site of a good day because i was still sulkin ova yesterday`z...poem

BUT!!! The greatest thing bout a poem is,u'll have the comfort of
knowin that more then jus 1 person will read ur poem...
Sum say “2 many cooks spoil the broth",good thing poetry ain't soup huh!

This is my good evenin poem, my goodnight poem
My,i wish i never met u in my entire life poem
This is the wrong poem at the right time poem
because not all poems ave 2 send a message,sumtimes we need 2 just be carefree an let the pen roam over a poem..

this is my poem
my blind poem
my def poem
my jam poem
it is the poem of all poems..
fuck it,dis is the poems poem of all poems poem`z
and more importantly,dis is my way of sayin that we all need 2 grow up but sumtimes act like kids poem...

my gotta get a job cuz i suck at this poetry stuff poem
this...
is...
just...
a...
poem LOOOOOL!

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pain

The hurt is unbearable yet i feel nothing.
Been here be4
Same hurt different skirt.
Same pain another dame.
I thought i woz bein clever.
Wot is love? A gift? A curse?
GOD's gift to man?
Funny how 1's best thing
Can be another 1's worst.
Wot happens wen tha good gets bad
And tha bad get worse
And tha Worse get's Worst.
Dreams get shattered an loves left hurt
Wen things arent broke...
But they barely work.
U live just 2 get by
What should I feel?


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krazy

Sometimes it hurts 2 bad
Sometimes it rains 2 much
Sometimes u fall an cant get up
We often question love...
Love, what is love?
Are u my best thing or my worse
My blessing or my curse
I love u but heart... I hurt u.
No 1 understands me
I barely understand myself.
If I dnt understand me
How can i understand ur wealth?

But 1 thing we know
At tha end of every storm...
Is a rainbow

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