Category : Poems

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Can you color me?
I mean another me,
Because the grey way I feel today is close to fade,
Feels as good as it doesn't look,
Broke tooth aches,


Depressive two faced reject of who made 
The dude you face, 
 if self 
he respect it
End it through resentment,
Present it to choose fate,
Attendance in a loose state
Offended by the truth wait,
Upset by the new change
What's the difference?


Fuck the inference 
Just a prison 
Ta live in 
Dust of missing the person I was suppose to of been when
Just at a entrance,
But exit
 fuck the lesson it didn't come to get in touch and
I just mean
 I don't see what I'm missing,


I'm pissed an indifferent,
A dick and no nuts in it,
If you get it,


Wrecked and slipping, left in slickensides no slip an slide, but is the way I've been living life,
Not even my rhythms right,
Lost the blue ribbon like 
second place,
When
I was the best in state,
Now I'm just in limbo in a resting state 
a pressed in cake
That's too effin baked,


A pest in pate full of fog like a thick pessimistic state,


The message in it isn't one to take,
It just is,
And a must if Justice is what you just wish,
For,
Let me tell you of a story from whitmore, elementary School,
Learned integrities cool,
And when your honest anything and anyone can really help,
Just pay attention to what you're telling yourself, 


Cause third grade came after second grade 
is where i felt grey,
A killing blow to strength,
I noticed I'd notorized my own
I I wasn't shit and I know I couldn't fix it, 
 But switch it up a year before 
I ran the hero's course for zero sport no fear no horror not a tear to cry
Literally why I can't tell except that it's in one eye,


but kept persistent slept worked went home and ripped that pen, every damn day
 till my hands, had ripped skin 
then the damages were mended every damn time I spat the rhyme, and rapped it a certain way
 it was perfect because 


Repetition inert,
In turn I felt dense when empty id just wither, but now filled with plenty
 i am thicker and thunder,
In the thoughts 
I picture to wonder
 when lost I was, 
is,
 where I was found,
Caught in the dust, 
And where I had drowned,