Submissions by LyricLee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Inner Demons
I kinda woke up thinking what else is new.
Had a falling out losing my mind with my back to the walls.
Reaching this gift surged tried and hold onto it about to fall.
Probably best if it went this way I didn't have it all.
Voices in my head when I write.
Talking about how'd I go about this life.
Like man, you don't want this life I've slipped.
Defined myself when the time hits.
Wishin' there was a time skip.
So could pass all the drama.
Was five when I lost my father.
A rhyme when I develop purpose coulda stopped continuing...
Had a falling out losing my mind with my back to the walls.
Reaching this gift surged tried and hold onto it about to fall.
Probably best if it went this way I didn't have it all.
Voices in my head when I write.
Talking about how'd I go about this life.
Like man, you don't want this life I've slipped.
Defined myself when the time hits.
Wishin' there was a time skip.
So could pass all the drama.
Was five when I lost my father.
A rhyme when I develop purpose coulda stopped continuing...
#sadness
#grief
#dark
#confusion
#despair
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Abstract Whizz-ard
Running the winds to catch you breathless.
Drummer gig the beat-waves surpassin' sky nephescope grids.
Imagined pictures cross mind this image forms when write with the pen.
Life has you turning through the pages.
Wasted thought entourage,
break less the sparks my emotions enter rage.
Talent enunciate started when this ink painted the page.
Talent enunciate gift illuminates.
Gifted I'm stuck to it glad it stained.
The hate put a pause to my art so it stopped walking like, it had quadriplegia.
All hail thy maker ascending soul attached...
Drummer gig the beat-waves surpassin' sky nephescope grids.
Imagined pictures cross mind this image forms when write with the pen.
Life has you turning through the pages.
Wasted thought entourage,
break less the sparks my emotions enter rage.
Talent enunciate started when this ink painted the page.
Talent enunciate gift illuminates.
Gifted I'm stuck to it glad it stained.
The hate put a pause to my art so it stopped walking like, it had quadriplegia.
All hail thy maker ascending soul attached...
#forgiveness
#redemption
#emotions
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