June 2011
28 posts
I got one. Wait, not one. Not 2. Not 3. Not 4. Not 5. Not 6. Not 7. I got 8 reasons why I don’t feel sorry for the big-ass manchild who’s aura is plexiglass when it counts the most. 1. You put that target on your back, potna. Said in my best Pac Juice voice. 2. Just cause the Cavs owner is a racist scumbag doesn’t mean you shit on your old team and city and embarrass them...
Be careful, what you are seeing is just a disguise,
All the truth you need is hidden in the eyes.
Look deep and soon you will find the demons that has eaten them alive.
I'm Fine
Fine really means
Freak out
Insecure
Neurotic
and
Emotional
-The Italian Job (Mark Wahlberg)
iSpeculate: Depreciation →
ispeculate:
At one point in time every vehicle on the road was the car to have. From the Ford Pinto, to the 1982 Toyota Corolla you can hear coming from a mile away.
Everything at one point is valued highly. Just as things are highly appraised as should people be. Every human being at one point in there…
Drifting
More and more I feel as though I am losing myself
Slowly drifting into the abyss thats called life.
Someone save me, Someone give me your hand
Lift me from these troubling waters.
I search for a savior
No longer do I long for friends.
They come and go like the breeze,
And I am tired of the sting from the sand.
I’m tired of the hurt that comes with any bond
I’m tired of the...
ill-iz:
Eminem - Lighters ft. Royce Da 5’9”...
I’m still writing poetry, I just chose not to post them all. Some are really close to my heart.
Poem #6: Music
Music, rock me to sleep tonight.
Let me lay my head on your melody.
Soothe my soul with every chord.
Keep my heart pounding with every key.
Music, speak to me tonight
Tell me how you feel with every word.
I promise I will listen.
Maybe I will find my story in yours.
Music, let me hold you tonight.
Let me fully embrace your rhythm, your blues
Let me sway to your highs and lows
Take me...
Poem #5: No Judgements
A t-shirt and kicks thats all I need,
Hand me my music and let me sing.
Let my soul soar through the sky,
I’m not coming down,
For what reason should I.
You talk about money
You talk about searching for fame,
I talk about the stars and how they align in their own special way.
You claim that I am dreamy
My head in the clouds,
I claim that you are too serious,
Stand and just shout.
...
Poem #4: Wisdom
I was feeling down about the life I been dealt
No royal flushes or full houses coming my way.
My pockets empty but my glass full
The road to sleep, I drink my way.
Fear of failure finally has gotten its grip,
It’s holding tight I can barely breathe
I look to my sides and no one is standing beside me.
I tried to read the doctors books,
But Phil has once more let me down.
My friends...
