Deff poetry is back.
I am not angry I am anger, I am not dangerous im am danger.
Walking by you see me, differently as can be. Normal to whom? Sitting next to what prizes that I have won… what trophies have I had to clean. None, but the sun that burns bright for me to stop…
And continue to fight, earning and learning in every time, writing and stating in every rhyme. I want to get a girlfriend someone I can call, some who I can fall…
For is it to much to ask, for someone who loves back, to care and share what I want and love. I need that hug I want that heat, of the breath that last of the kiss that’s fast, that’s slow that’s hot, that’s alone. Leading to more, more times to share, more people to scare. For I want to love. Love me? I want to love her, and everyone at once. I want to make happy the sad rewind the bad, making everything better for everyone else life to be splendor. I want share and give therefore receiving happiness. I want to be on my own; I want to have my own….
Time alone, time to grow, time to show time to flow time to call upon his home, can I rest in the zone, that they say I cant go, where I cant be, with out. With out this zone, there is no me. Who art thou to be? Who am I draining from I want to be the one. Not as fake, not to be forgotten but to be remembered as and be mistaken as, no ones son. Father you left so fast, I never saw you come, you left me scared of love, scared of fear, I cant be alone, I must be always near. Im full of I wants and who am I’s. But who am I and what do I want….
I want to live strong, be happy, live along sides the partner I share beds with, and kiss less. I want to hold hands and be bland to those who don’t care. Those who don’t know im there, Im sick of hearing the same, im sick of hearing the blame, the voice… the noise the call and nothing at all. How rude of me and simply I can be, ditched, missed but not taken any care to. Being sad, lonely and blue.
Tears washing away. Smiles draining out the day becoming fake relaxing on there take. Making stained, making rained faces and awkward braces that keep things in line that keep things straight. Making times harder being with out me, myself and I. I wish I could become the shadow that follows my own self around, seeing my self-being down, trying to make myself happy, and no one wants to help. Poetry is back in my life, expect more. Im not angry, I am anger. Im not dangerous I am danger.
Walking by you see me, differently as can be. Normal to whom? Sitting next to what prizes that I have won… what trophies have I had to clean. None, but the sun that burns bright for me to stop…
And continue to fight, earning and learning in every time, writing and stating in every rhyme. I want to get a girlfriend someone I can call, some who I can fall…
For is it to much to ask, for someone who loves back, to care and share what I want and love. I need that hug I want that heat, of the breath that last of the kiss that’s fast, that’s slow that’s hot, that’s alone. Leading to more, more times to share, more people to scare. For I want to love. Love me? I want to love her, and everyone at once. I want to make happy the sad rewind the bad, making everything better for everyone else life to be splendor. I want share and give therefore receiving happiness. I want to be on my own; I want to have my own….
Time alone, time to grow, time to show time to flow time to call upon his home, can I rest in the zone, that they say I cant go, where I cant be, with out. With out this zone, there is no me. Who art thou to be? Who am I draining from I want to be the one. Not as fake, not to be forgotten but to be remembered as and be mistaken as, no ones son. Father you left so fast, I never saw you come, you left me scared of love, scared of fear, I cant be alone, I must be always near. Im full of I wants and who am I’s. But who am I and what do I want….
I want to live strong, be happy, live along sides the partner I share beds with, and kiss less. I want to hold hands and be bland to those who don’t care. Those who don’t know im there, Im sick of hearing the same, im sick of hearing the blame, the voice… the noise the call and nothing at all. How rude of me and simply I can be, ditched, missed but not taken any care to. Being sad, lonely and blue.
Tears washing away. Smiles draining out the day becoming fake relaxing on there take. Making stained, making rained faces and awkward braces that keep things in line that keep things straight. Making times harder being with out me, myself and I. I wish I could become the shadow that follows my own self around, seeing my self-being down, trying to make myself happy, and no one wants to help. Poetry is back in my life, expect more. Im not angry, I am anger. Im not dangerous I am danger.