10/14/1:59 am
Society and me
Some people will like my long Melodic banter
At least I hope they do
Instead of short prose I sing rap songs for you
An antiquity of state bewildered by grace and struck down by fate tortured past now up to date make
My bed or leave it mush
Leave with breakfast or a rush
Of nothing but the pit of knots
Will I be fine or long forgot
Quick fire
getting praise
while blades, of grass ware thin
Long pages are messy
Least short ones know where to begin
And end
But the lines are blurry
I can not feel time
It sounds like a closure
But if unseen
Does it go on
Or pass by
A never ending boarder
With soupy whomping space
Dropped the ball
So now I fall
But will I fall
With grace
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Existentialism
Poems Oct 30 on
10/30/3:30
Exploited
To be exploited my whole life.
Moved arround like a commodity
Faceless adults boasted my skills
While I hid away my chills
Will, power wasn't enough
Wanting me back to look better for stuff
Knocked down a pedestal call my work luck. So they can own my successes, buck after buck
And after it all blowing away
A leaf with dew drops
Is shaken decayed and dried
The water doesn't leave
Instead it flies
Aimlessly into another life
Taking a form to mold to
For purpose from extremities
How am I to know what to do for myself
When I spent my childhood as someone else's bragging rights
Their investment an exploited
Entity.
10/30/2023 4:00
Immortal
Some say it's a positive to forget death
To thrive in simple pleasures and never regret
Yet I find that without ending
Life is but a bore
If your never living
What do you die for?
A monotonous rhythm
A doting robin call
Flutter around my dinner
Giving them nothing at all
Annoying little chirps at my ears and all I can do is hold back my tears
Why am I crying
Is this what I fear
An eternal frustration
With no one to hear
The cries behind walls
The screeches and calls
The braces that tighten
My neck as I breathe
Trip over rocks when they're gone nothing leaves
Unchanging
Unwavering
Un blinking eyes
Off kilter
Off putting
Centered round lies
That life lasts forever
The vail over head
Once it's been lifted
will we start living
Instead?
If given the option
It all stays the same
We are given the option
Yet,
we stay in a cage.
10/30/2023 4:11
Director
A new line of story's but am I the teller
I don't feel qualified as I'm not much of a yeller
And good stories require raw anguish and love
Stories require a director above
Shouting out orders
a vision never thought of
Pondering my place
Thinking endlessly
what that I haven't thought of
Mulling over problems
Stuck inside my own
Deep inside the labrynth
The snake has no bones
So it slithers on the ground
Never wanting to be found
Hide away in a damp cave
Peaceful protest
Endless days
Impacting nothing but the stone in the maze
Stomping is arbitrary
Legs are far gone, olden ways
Atone the
Memories of ancestors often replayed
If I can't make an impact I wonder how did they
And I'f I want to ground myself
Can I do that and still
make it
shake.
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Sophomore soliloquies
PoetryIf you've ever felt burdened by being a sophomore in college your not alone. I'm writing these and posting them as I go along. So we can feel less alone together, in a complicated world, within a song. Please feel free to comment, critique, or ask...
