I feel like
Silence is
The answer
To a mathematical
Problem
The equation
Space
To make
A novel
Praised
For the
Use to
Silence-err
Couldn’t see
What I mean
With a monical
You couldn’t
Feel my Words
With a key
To catch
Up with
the day
Locked
Out of
Thankfulls
And thank
you’s
Your own
Answer
Or is it
Protection
For what’s
To come
A mediphor
Unpluged
Giving you
The truth
In the
Feeling
Of what
Is why
I go by
And go
Through
As a silencer
No fake
Smiles
To pardon
You
From death
Till only
I am left
“Browning Of The Roux”
Quit bitching
Folk.
You’d probably
Throw up.
All in your
Mouth till you choke.
Can I get
A witness from.
Those who
Have been.
Subjected
To all types.
Of murder
Entrapments.
Oppression,
War, discrimination,
PTSD.
Hold up
Now!
Real PTSD
From rebel enemies.
Infidels to
See your well being.
Lifeless, loving
Less, teenager’s.
Killers with Chips
in there britches.
Masked up
Then home invaded.
Ransom shit
Stripped till humiliated.
Starving for the,
Lost betters.
From a bitter
No better life.
Always, off,
Scedual…
Fuck Your
Money!!
Though my
Tribe maybe starving…
Staying on
Dope just to gets sleep!
Drinking liquor to
Heal from the beating!!
Cocaine in my
Veins, staying awake!!!
For days!!!!
To dodge all
The heathens!!!!!
And if I bleed
Today!!!!!!
You will surely be
Murdered this evening!!!!!!!
They don’t give
A fuxk what we believe in…
BITCH IM BLAXKK!
BUT TO ALL MY
OPPRESSED ALL!
AROUND THE WORLD!
PLEASE DON’T BE SEATED!
EVEN IF DIFFERENT
CIRCUMSTANCES!
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
THOUGH WAR MAYBE
INEVITABLE!
MOST OF THE
WORLD DONT GIVE!
A FUCK ABOUT
USSS!!
OR SHIT ABOUT
WHAT WE GO THROUGH!!
SAYING AND PRAYING
AND POSTING!
IS LIKE A FAD OR
BANDWAGON!
BUT IF YOU AINT
FIGHTING WITH US!
ALONGSIDE IN US!
ANYWAY!!
FUXK YA WORDS,
PROMISES, AID,
PROTEST!
LETS FIGHT
FOR OUR SELVES!
FOR BETTER PROGRESS!
KEEP YA SMILES
AND RACE OR RELIGION!
SPLAININGS!
CALL ME WHAT YOU
WANT!
THATS ALL YOU
GOOD AT IS HATING!!!
Don’t you Cry…
Don’t go Hating yourself…
Wealthy mind…
I got your back…
In do time…
This will be fine…
To young to die…
To sad to live…
She just cries…
I love by the senses…
Some where I know you exist…
Mates soul…
Meet that man you’ve been dreaming about…
Sequence of capturing in stages that you are there…
Falling into swollen arms…
Stolen your visions to find you…
Where…
Feasting on your first steps…
Only I can hear…
Cleaning my lost up…
I thought I lost ya…
Walking past bright red…
Let’s me no your subject to being the other pair…
I just want to…
Make love to your spacious information…
You found the trail that I left…
Picking up ever memory you never had for me…
Yet……..
Now you know where my hearts residents…
is….
To you who thought the worst. Times in times out. When I remember you were the one with sound. You were the one far from my tendons. A tenant of mind sex. Was it the illistration of an illusion. One day your there… The next day where! Stop holding out and I’ll stop holding up….
“I’M WARNING YOU ALL THAT MY NEXT POST IS GOING TO BE MY LONGEST POST EVER….. SAVE YOUR TIME…. SO DON’T READ IT…. LOL”
Your the Websters book definition of fuck off…
You made me have to leave you…
I didn’t want to…
Truth be told…
We shared the same dreams that tighten our hearts together…
We were so close to something I wanted the most…
I could never tell if you wanted the same…
You said you loved me…
What a weak ass display…
I feel like I was more of your project…
Maybe you even used me…
I’ll keep my ears open and eyes shut to have full control of my sensory…
Learning a valuable…
Never to make mistakes that you already see coming…
Go with your gut…
Or be killed by the vipers poison…
The first time you feel it’s just something not rite…
Get your block bottons ready…
And keep on stepping!
From the ultimate distribution of hurt…
Wrench artworks..
They do this as a sport…
Sometimes there…
So narcissistic that…
They don’t even no…
It’s still hurts though…
Just don’t rage on…
Your worth way batter than that…
I’m wonderful!
We parted dearest vines with thorns between us…
We parted with cries to meet us…
With or without your…
Kisses that use to make me feel the free… ist…
No words can save us…
No words can free us…
So I ask…
I ask why…
When all the answers…
Sit on my shoulder…
I thought you loved me…
To those who understand…
The true heartache of unattached…
A heart…
Unattended…
A heart…
I stuck a number 2 pencil in…
hahaha!
That pain…
Of that stabbing…
Will never be…
Equivalent to this…
Broken…
Heart…
Hahahahaha!
hahaha… haha!
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 